The Soul That Doesn't Sleep - Cadaveria

There is a feeling, probably a sensation, that arises in me today.

It’s like a strange form of irrepressible inclination to weeping and rest.

I can’t decipher the weeping reason.

There is an implied joy, but these tears are not flowing for joy.

It could be this sick music I’m listening to and the consciousness to be alone,

although I’m going to meet the world.

All my fears come true

All my nightmares come true

It won’t be the dark that will send my soul to sleep.

It won’t be the sun to awake my soul, I’m alive!

I’m free and satisfied.

I’m alive, at least until you survive.

The soul that doesn’t sleep

My, my soul will never sleep

There is a feeling, probably a sensation, that arises in me today.

It’s like a strange form of irrepressible inclination to weeping and rest.

I am alive, at least until you survive.