Cadaveria

Much madness is divinest sense,
demur and be dangerous.
I had been hungry of news, creativity and freedom,
Now I can eat of them and I’m not sated yet.
And now I roam the sovereign woods
And every time I speak the mountains straight reply.
I have the power to kill without the power to die,
but I have no enemies and I don’t need revenge.
I don’t know death nor defeat
Even if I marched in the sewer of hell.