Death Vision - Cadaveria

Spectre of death influencing our lives, you hang over us

You bite our hips we undergo your second level effects

You sunk us in your vortex, you cyclically return

to molest our certainty.

I reject repetitions, I cannot keep abreast

of my thoughts, too fast…

I don’t check my weigh, I hate all pre-arranged feasts

I’m used to writing when I’m alone, I hate chewing people

I sink you in my vortex, I cyclically return to molest your certainty.

Snow falls attracted by earth

An inner passion moves it,

Like the passion between the seeds and the ground.

Black vision, lack of pressure and collapse

Red vision, blood up to brain.

I live in a marsh of crimes and nerves

Hybrid of happy sprawls

Lighted by invention.

My breast of tenebra feeds the silence.

Black vision, lack of pressure and collapse

Red vision, blood up to brain.

…e nella notte vaghi tesori rifulgono.