This Is Not The Silence – Cadaveria – letras

This is not the silence, but its voidWithout memory, fixed in formalin.Sea without shores and horizonsWind dissolving dried up remainsObscurity of visceral holesSinking into remote abyssesFragments of a stigmatized soulDefying the other side of destiny.Iron force digging the heart pulpPure diamond shining in secreton the tame limit of imploring bloodGame of deceit and illusionsHand that raises the curtainEvery atom of air nourishing me.Melting the unknownUnleashing the black cloud of enigmas.Don’t close your eyes in the face of havocCure the ill sprouts!Blind universe, hollow in which we write what we have doneWe are programmed to believe in something we cannot seeArmed with instinct of escape and defenceThe dead cannot lieAzure bruise, embrace without possess of beauty.Immense cruet of quartz,where gold and basalt merge in primordial vibrations.Savage dawn, blurry stars massacreArcane sky, spheres in shiver.It is the power of magic radiating from us, exiling us.Foster the comment of birds and natureEnergy and music of stonesThe theorem of the devil rustles immortal luxury.I am bloodless and now only dust canBloom in my veins dry like brambles.And now the wound is thirsty of another blade.