Death, Again - Cadaveria

Overheated by passion, wired by the wind and nature

Surfing on the other side of the world

Ho sentito il mio corpo permearsi di paura

To lose all what I gained before

‘Cause when you think to defeat it

Or at least to pander it, to accept it

Understand it, synthesize it, exorcise it, elaborate it

Here she comes again, the death, when you were not expecting her

She wears young clothes, she has weaved

But she opens old wounds again

Queen, triumphant queen

Inconceivable and sovereign mystery

Time, time, we never get enough of you

Time, time, we never get enough of you

I dreamt to be bitten by a dog

I dreamt to give birth

I dreamt to die and to see myself blowing out

I dreamt to be swallowed by the fog

I dreamt to be a toy

I dreamt to be pierced by thousands needles

I didn’t feel any pain, I felt nothing!

Here she comes again, the death, when you were not expecting her

She wears young clothes, she has weaved

But she opens old wounds again

Queen, triumphant queen

Inconceivable and sovereign mystery