Laulunsanoja:
Cadaveria Far Away From Conformity

Let senses overwhelm ratio Don't ask anything to yourself Don't waste this moment The echo of weeping is armored in wind That accomplice carries it far away

Bewitched by the eternal rhythm of divine breath, perverse he smiled to the prickly knock of rain drops, his body was cruel like beauty, his eyes incandescent

Disciples of obsolete and unthinkable commerce scrawled in Etruscan language Dependents on not yet synthesized drugs People of the black market of the

Words confuse and create equivocal thoughts Thoughts silently transmit our inner essence The eternal silence leads to oblivion. I am contradiction, the

up, baby. Call on me, oh call. Call on me oh call up, darling. I know who you are. Come up off your calling chart. I know where you're coming from. Call