Comprising the best of sludge, crust, and non-metal genres, the band crafts beautiful, epic, sweeping compositions that leave the listener rooted firmly to the spot; fully in awe and appreciation of the gorgeous sounds tickling their eardrums. Harsh vocals, keyboards, blast beats, simple grooves, beautiful soundscapes; they have it all, and the members that comprise Agrimonia are the vehicles that give their masterful work a voice.
Agrimonia’s songwriting skills seem to have increased massively since their last effort. The tempo changes at appropriate moments, parts never drag on for too long and with the incorporation of some quieter parts and even piano at a point in time.
2008 Agrimonia
2010 Host of the Winged
2013 Rites of Separation
2018 Awaken
Hunted
Agrimonia Lyrics
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Handed down to us
A deeper lie we can not name
Your fabricated truth
Diseased and absent of meaning
A script so devoid,
of truth, of mercy, of compassion
A souvenir of remembrance
Those not undead but unseen
Of unknown name and origin
Hunted, pursued, hated
The black death
In the eyes of the ignorant
Who hunt in packs
In the empty nothingness
The mill of our times grinds a story
About lives lived and hollow apathy
Where solitude is sacred
And where by greed they command
Hunted, pursued, hated
They command
They command
Skeleton structures
Born to be ruins
Smeared histories
and scratched timelines
Underlying impulses
Once deserted
Gazing at the bolted door
A map leading you
Hunting you to taking a fall
Pull the trigger
On angst and wasted time
Fire to fear their associates
Your decisions carry the weight of them
Laying bare their thoughts
Soft murmurs spiraling through
Migrates to those willing to hear
Our voice speaks so low
Never owned our past
Wander the long road through
In "Hunted," Agrimonia addresses the issue of lies, deceit, and persecution. The opening verse points out the existence of lies that have been passed down to us by our forefathers. These lies are so deep-rooted that we cannot even identify them. The fabricated truth is a figment of imagination, lacking any meaning or substance. The script that carries these lies is a reflection of the absence of truth, mercy, and compassion. The threats that are included in them are merely souvenirs of memory.
The second verse of the song sketches a picture of the persecuted. These people are not the undead, but they are unseen, unknown and are hunted, pursued, and hated. The ignorance of the masses makes them view the persecuted as the black death, and this hate is often directed towards them in packs. The mill of time grinds out a story of these persecuted lives that are lived in hollow apathy. However, there are sanctuaries where solitude is sacred, and greed does not hold sway.
In the third verse, the tone shifts to an introspective and reflective mood. The listener is asked to examine their underlying impulses that were once deserted, gazing at the bolted door, waiting to be set free. The hunted persona is hunted by the past, and the only way to be free is to take a fall, pull the trigger, and let go of the angst, and wasted time. The hunted has to fire to succumb, making his associates fearful. Finally, the hunted's voice also speaks low, never owning the past, and wandering the long road through it.
Line by Line Meaning
Handed down to us
Passed on to us
A deeper lie we can not name
An unknown but profound lie
Your fabricated truth
A fake truth from you
Diseased and absent of meaning
Sick and meaningless
A script so devoid,
A text completely lacking
of truth, of mercy, of compassion
Without truth, kindness or empathy
Empty threats
Hollow menaces
A souvenir of remembrance
A keepsake to remember
Those not undead but unseen
The unseen, not undead
Of unknown name and origin
Without clear name and origin
Hunted, pursued, hated
Chased, hunted and despised
The black death
The plague
In the eyes of the ignorant
In the view of ignorant ones
Who hunt in packs
Hunting together
In the empty nothingness
In the hollow void
The mill of our times grinds a story
Our era produces a tale
About lives lived and hollow apathy
About pointless and uncaring existences
Where solitude is sacred
Where being alone is holy
And where by greed they command
Where they rule by greed
They command
They are in control
Skeleton structures
The empty buildings
Born to be ruins
Destined to fall apart
Smeared histories
Distorted records
and scratched timelines
Damaged chronologies
Underlying impulses
Submerged urges
Once deserted
Forgotten before
Gazing at the bolted door
Looking at a locked exit
A map leading you
A guide for you
Hunting you to taking a fall
Making you fall
Pull the trigger
Act on it
On angst and wasted time
On anxiety and squandered time
Fire to fear their associates
Burn the associates they fear
Your decisions carry the weight of them
Your actions bear the responsibility for them
Laying bare their thoughts
Exposing their ideas
Soft murmurs spiraling through
Whispering all around
Migrates to those willing to hear
Goes to the people who want to listen
Our voice speaks so low
Our message is barely audible
Never owned our past
Our history never belonged to us
Wander the long road through
Journey down the lengthy path
Contributed by Avery J. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@Tsotha
perfect music to listen to in the autumn and watch yourself surrounded by coldness, dampness and decay but everything has a certain elegance and colourfulness to it that's hard to describe
@aidanhuxford6537
This is one of the top metal tracks out there and hugely underrated - not to mention 'Rites of Separation' being one of the best albums amongst some of the other giants of the metal world.
@MrWildcountry
Vakkert!! Dag
@rheumapterahastata7225
AGRIMONIA - HUNTED lyrics
Handed down to us
A deeper lie we can not name
Your fabricated truth
Diseased and absent of meaning
A script so devoid,
of truth, of mercy, of compassion
Empty threats
A souvenir of remembrance
Those not undead but unseen
Of unknown name and origin
Hunted, pursued, hated
The black death
In the eyes of the ignorant
Who hunt in packs
In the empty nothingness
The mill of our times grinds a story
About lives lived and hollow apathy
Where solitude is sacred
And where by greed they command
Hunted, pursued, hated
They command
They command
Skeleton structures
Born to be ruins
Smeared histories
and scratched timelines
Underlying impulses
Once deserted
Gazing at the bolted door
A map leading you
Hunting you to taking a fall
Pull the trigger
On angst and wasted time
Fire to fear their associates
Your decisions carry the weight of them
Laying bare their thoughts
Soft murmurs spiraling through
Migrates to those willing to hear
Our voice speaks so low
Never owned our past
Wander the long road through
@deathbeliefs
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@ShikyoMitsukai
One of the better metal albums released in 2013, this album never had a weak point. I love how this song progresses from a beautiful and haunting piano, to an utter beatdown. This band among many others is proof females can be effective vocalists in metal...
Fucking ( -_-) \m/
@ArimmKa
I don't like this part beginning since 13.19, it makes me almost every time to either skip it or stop the song.
@Tsotha
That's been self-evident since Girlschool, Hellion and Warlock got popular in the 1980s.
@patxisaula725
Agrimonia is a singular band, maybe neocrust, they havn't an especific genre