Irreverent Elegy Songtext
von Cadaveria

My life is made of emotions, passions and horrors
My temple is made of dark gloomy trees
My life is made of emotions, passions and horrors
′Cause when you truly live

'Cause when you truly live you can even fall into deep pain
′Cause when you truly live you can fall...

My bed is made of small fresh leaves
Moving slowly like a requiem
My temple is made of dark gloomy trees
Coming loose along a black oval path

My chant is a desperate and irreverent elegy
Composed in honour of those who have no reserve and fear


Hordes of maleficent and false sins come back upon me
Shall I ever let my mind wander over the sad
Over the sad effect, this filthy disease causes to my limbs
And to my heart?

I believe the persistence
Of the thin line of hope is worth this effort
I believe its benefice can reach the intensity
Of full and perpetual delight

Nothing is true, all is allowed
Nothing is true, all is allowed

In every dramatic situation
There is a subtended element of absurdity and humor
Every dogma contains something unhealthy and corrosive
And corrosive

Our identities change every day with our memories
We are not always what we really are, 'cause we reinvent ourselves


We change our skin and consistence
And we lie with innocence, trusting our memory
Trusting our memory
Trusting our memory