The Oracle (Of The Fog) – Cadaveria – letras

A veiled fog alights on the dark skin of the nightI crossed it pensive, with the heart full of hope.Today I spoke again with the man, who taught me to dareHis face is grievously embalmed in baked clay.But his spirit continues to pulse inside me.He said: “sometimes you need to risk, to do something else,Ought to forgo guarantees, ‘cause they are also compulsions”.His words are my oracle, also after a long time.I told my story to himAnd his eyes turned into a loving smile.There is silence nowThe beasts have arrivedAnd their fangs have caught them all,But me.The oracle of the fog prophesied a favourable destinyThe spirit of the right conscience will pulseInside me forever and ever and ever.A veiled fog alights on the dark skin of the nightA veiled fog alights on the dark skin of the nightI crossed it pensive, with the heart full of hope.