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Harps of the Ancient Temples
Nocternity Lyrics


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Listen, purify your bloodstained hands
And the dust from all these flesh-stained lands
Wanderer, cleanse your blinded eyes
Wander, unleash your silent cries

A ceremonial under moonshine
A river floats like bloodred whine
All my live here out of my veins
The ancient temples demand to purify

Neither flesh nor blood shall cross this sacred ledge
For I am the spirit of the ancient stones
I am the strings of the ancient tones

For I am the spirit of the ancient stones
I am the strings of the ancient tones
I am the truth of the spoken word
I am the light behind the sleeping world

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Nocternity's song Harps of the Ancient Temples speak of purification and cleansing. The first verse speaks of blood and flesh-stained lands, which may represent the dirt and chaos of the world that needs to be cleansed. The second verse sets the stage for the purification process, which is to be done under the light of the moon. The river's bloodred color represents the cleansing effect of the ritual. The last two lines of the verse point out that the purification is demanded by the ancient temples.


The refrain of the song, "For I am the spirit of the ancient stones, I am the strings of the ancient tones, I am the truth of the spoken word, I am the light behind the sleeping world," speaks of a powerful force that is represented by the ancient temples. This force is the truth behind the spoken word and the light that illuminates the sleeping world. It is likely that this force is the source of the purification that is required in the first verse.


Overall, the song seems to speak of a cleansing process that is required to reach a higher level of existence. It is a call to those who seek purification to undergo a ceremonial under the moonlight and find the truth that lies behind the spoken word.


Line by Line Meaning

Listen, purify your bloodstained hands
Pay attention and clean your dirty hands


And the dust from all these flesh-stained lands
Do away with the remnants of the body-filled lands


Wanderer, cleanse your blinded eyes
Oh, traveler, wash your blinded eyes


Wander, unleash your silent cries
Roam about and let your silent tears flow


A ceremonial under moonshine
A ceremony under the light of the moon


A river floats like bloodred whine
A river flows like a red wine made from blood


All my live here out of my veins
All my life flows out of my veins


The ancient temples demand to purify
The old temples require purification


Neither flesh nor blood shall cross this sacred ledge
No flesh or blood will be allowed on this sacred terrace


For I am the spirit of the ancient stones
Because I am the essence of the olden stones


I am the strings of the ancient tones
I am the cords within past sounds


I am the truth of the spoken word
I am the reality behind the uttered words


I am the light behind the sleeping world
I am the radiance behind the dormant world




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