The Night's Theatre - Cadaveria

Every night the man rises his imaginary stage

in his theatre he becomes actor, spectator of himself

Every night the man rises his imaginary stage

The man is dreaming.

I dream to float on my life’s surface

I am the stranger who looks inside.

I am not the material body,

constructed by the seven elements.

I am not the five senses, the hearing, the taste, the olfaction, the touch,

the sight.

And I am not the sound, the savour, the smell, the matter, the seeing.

And I am not the five knowledge elements, the speaking, the movement,

the feeling.

I am not the five vital breaths

nether I am the thinking mind

And I am not the memory,

concerning the residual impressions of objects.

I am a dreamer, who hates illusions

and this produces the vicious rage I’m not able to refuse.

I lost myself in darkness.

In the obscurity I find myself again

I annihilated myself and now I get

conscience of my power

I burn out and I reborn

I desire and my unconscious satisfies me.

I dream to float on my life’s surface

I am the stranger who looks inside…

I am a dreamer, who hates illusions.