The Night’s Theatre – Cadaveria – letras

Every night the man rises his imaginary stageIn his theatre he becomes actor, spectator of himselfEvery night the man rises his imaginary stageThe man is dreaming.I dream to float on my life’s surfaceI 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 breathsNether I am the thinking mindAnd I am not the memory,Concerning the residual impressions of objects.I am a dreamer, who hates illusionsAnd this produces the vicious rage I’m not able to refuse.I lost myself in darkness.In the obscurity I find myself againI annihilated myself and now I getConscience of my powerI burn out and I rebornI desire and my unconscious satisfies me.I dream to float on my life’s surfaceI am the stranger who looks inside?I am a dreamer, who hates illusions.