Limbs
Agalloch Lyrics


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The texture of the soul is a liquid
that casts a vermillion flood.
From a wound carved as an oath;
it fills the river bank a sanguine fog.

These arms were meant to be lost!
Hacked, severed and forgotten.
The texture of time is a whisper
that echoes across the flood.
Its hymn resonates from tree to tree,
through every sullen bough it sings.

These boughs were said to be lost!
Torn, unearthed and broken.

Earth to flesh, flesh to wood,
cast these limbs into the water.




Flesh to wood, wood to stone,
cast this stone into the water.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Agalloch's 'Limbs' seem to encapsulate the disintegration and decay of the human body, almost in a neo-romantic way. The opening line, "the texture of the soul is a liquid that casts a vermillion flood," sets the mood for the somber, melancholic theme of the song. The 'texture' of the soul is intriguing, as if it is a tangible physical element, and this 'liquid' somehow overflows - this may be a metaphor for the emotions that are overflowing from the human spirit, overflowing so much that it has the potential of spilling over into the physical world.


The following lines, "From a wound carved as an oath; it fills the river bank a sanguine fog," may be the window into the concept of sacrifice - the idea that one can be wounded intentionally, and with this wound, there is an idea of blood sacrifice, that fills the river bank as a sanguine fog. Then, the arms of the body become a metaphor of flesh, ready to be sacrificed and forgotten. This opening set of lines then becomes the foundation for the instrumental arrangement that follows, emphasizing the dark and haunting soundscape.


The second stanza continues this feeling, as "the texture of time is a whisper that echoes across the flood." The history of humanity is seen as a mere whisper in the face of the monumental force of time. The idea of time, again, is subverted into something physical, with its 'hymn' resonating across the natural world. The final two lines are a metaphor of animal, human, and elemental passing, as "these boughs were said to be lost! Torn, unearthed and broken," invoking the imagery of the human body returning to nature, and nature returning individuals to the darkness.


Line by Line Meaning

The texture of the soul is a liquid
The essence of the soul is fluid


that casts a vermillion flood.
which floods in the form of red color


From a wound carved as an oath;
A cut that represents an agreement made


it fills the river bank a sanguine fog.
flows and covers the river bank in a blood-red fog


These arms were meant to be lost!
Lost limbs have a deeper purpose


Hacked, severed and forgotten.
Amputated and abandoned, away from memories


The texture of time is a whisper
The nature of time is like a soft murmur


that echoes across the flood.
which reverberates across the red river


Its hymn resonates from tree to tree,
Songs of time echo from the forest


through every sullen bough it sings.
every sad and gloomy branch hears the melody


These boughs were said to be lost!
Lost branches have a deeper meaning


Torn, unearthed and broken.
Ripped off, dug out, and shattered


Earth to flesh, flesh to wood,
The cycle of earthly essence that turns flesh into wood


cast these limbs into the water.
throw these limbs in the river


Flesh to wood, wood to stone,
The transformation of limbs from flesh to wood and then to stone


cast this stone into the water.
throw this stone into the river




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Xristos Saltos

Every agalloch song is a trip to the depths of your existence

EFFIGY OF HATE - Mep

agreed

Rusbell

That is basically the perfect description there! I'm so thankful I was able to hear them preform this live.

Carl

I love that the intro of this song is in a major scale, and then it just SEAMLESSLY shifts into Phrygian. Being able to change moods like that is genius song writing.

Himihan

It takes a genius listener to know the song changes to phrygian just by hearing it.

Henry Letele

+Robert I can see where you got Phrygian from, but its not phrygian, its just in a minor scale mane.

Carl

Ah shoot, now that you mention that I can see that too. I was a little less educated back when I made this. Thanks for pointing it out!

Trace Antonacci

I love the civility of this comment string. It made me happy reading it.

Luc Highwalker

Relative keys!

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RoadkillAnonymous

I enjoy agalloch any time, but they sound the best when the sky is grey and it’s cold out. Today (oct 8) we’re supposed to be getting our first snow where I live, it’s windy and cold and melancholy looking right now. I’m enjoying a moment of solitude with the lights off looking outside and listening to agalloch. Nothing else would be so fitting. It makes you feel quiet inside in the best way.

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