The Oracle (Of the Fog) - Cadaveria

A veiled fog alights on the dark skin of the night

I crossed it pensive, with the heart full of hope

Today I spoke again with the man, who taught me to dare

His 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 him

And his eyes turned into a loving smile

There is silnce now

The beasts hav arrived

And their fangs have caught them all

But me

The oracle of the fog prophesied a favourable destiny

The spirit of the right conscience will pulse

Inside me forever and ever and ever

A veiled fog alights on the dark skin of the night

A veiled fog alights on the dark skin of the night

I crossed it pensive, with the heart full of hope