Into the Painted Grey
Agalloch Lyrics


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The jagged lines in these wooden hands
speak of a silent aeon below the depths
of an austere ebon tide
for centuries kingdoms have risen
upon the ancient hands of a god
once severed for the world's birth
a sacrifice to the storms of life
now darkness is thine sanctum

Temples of magma steam across the grey
The arc that transcends my iconic pride
For I am not an ageless god, no, I am imprisoned by time
These ancient palms shall once again be mine

Hands...hands that lift the oceans
to vertical depths above the stars
For when I die, the universe will die with me
and all will be lost forever gone

Where am I?
How long shall I suffer here?
Forlorn in the cold neolithic embrace
Forsaken deep in the sullen tide
How long shall I suffer here?

Perched on the cliffside gazing out into the brine
My archaic beard pours downward and joins the feral sea
I am the heritage; the quintessence of myth and legend
The archetype of Pagan might and divinity

Hands...hands that lift the oceans
to vertical depths beyond the stars
I gather a celestial blanket around these tired bones
and finally slumber in the clouds of ice




These are my hands...
...so it is done

Overall Meaning

The song Into the Painted Grey by Agalloch is a poetic exploration of time and the power of nature. The opening lines describe the jagged lines in the wooden hands, which speak of a silent aeon below the depths of an austere ebon tide. It is suggested that this has been the case for centuries, with kingdoms rising upon the ancient hands of a god who was once sacrificed to the storms of life. The singer then describes how darkness is now their sanctum. This sets a tone of isolation and desolation, with the singer clearly feeling deeply alone and cut off from the world around them.


The next stanza introduces the idea of temples of magma steaming across the grey. The singer is clearly referring to the natural world, and suggesting that they are a part of it. However, they then go on to explain that they are not an ageless god, and that they are imprisoned by time. This creates a sense of mortality, as though the singer knows that they are not able to hold onto this power forever. They then claim that the ancient palms will once again be theirs, suggesting that despite their imprisonment, there is still hope for them to unlock their power once again.


The final stanza brings the poem back to a sense of isolation and despair. The singer seems lost and alone, suffering in a cold neolithic embrace. They question how long they will have to remain this way, with no clear answer given. They then describe themselves as the heritage, quintessence of myth and legend, and the archetype of Pagan might and divinity. This suggests that they are aware of their own power, but also their limitations. The poem ends with a sense of finality, as they describe themselves slumbering in the clouds of ice.


Line by Line Meaning

The jagged lines in these wooden hands
The marks on these wooden hands are rough and uneven


speak of a silent aeon below the depths
They tell the story of an ancient time deep underwater


of an austere ebon tide
A black and somber ocean surrounds this place


for centuries kingdoms have risen
Nations have built their empires here for ages


upon the ancient hands of a god
The land was built upon the hands of a powerful deity


once severed for the world's birth
The hands were cut from the god to create the world


a sacrifice to the storms of life
A sacrifice was made to create life's struggles and challenges


now darkness is thine sanctum
The darkness has become a sacred place for the god


Temples of magma steam across the grey
Magma-filled temples are visible in the bleakness


The arc that transcends my iconic pride
A symbolic arch that overshadows the god's ego


For I am not an ageless god, no, I am imprisoned by time
The god is not immortal, but limited by time


These ancient palms shall once again be mine
The god wants to reclaim his hands from their current location


Hands...hands that lift the oceans
The god's hands can raise the oceans to the stars


to vertical depths above the stars
The depths can reach higher than the stars themselves


For when I die, the universe will die with me
The god's death would be catastrophic for the entire universe


and all will be lost forever gone
Everything would disappear and never return


Where am I?
The god is unsure of his location


How long shall I suffer here?
The god is in distress and wonders when it will end


Forlorn in the cold neolithic embrace
The god is lonely and embraced by a prehistoric age


Forsaken deep in the sullen tide
The god is abandoned and submerged in the gloomy waters


Perched on the cliffside gazing out into the brine
The god is sitting on the cliff, staring into the ocean


My archaic beard pours downward and joins the feral sea
The god's ancient beard mixes with the wild waters below


I am the heritage; the quintessence of myth and legend
The god is the embodiment of folklore and cultural legacy


The archetype of Pagan might and divinity
A model of strength and godly power based on pre-Christian beliefs


I gather a celestial blanket around these tired bones
The god prepares for rest under a metaphorical starry sky


and finally slumber in the clouds of ice
The god sleeps among cold, misty clouds


These are my hands...
The god affirms the ownership of his hands


...so it is done
The god's will has been accomplished




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