Withered
Amorphis Lyrics


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Withered be the flower
Long past its prime and bloom
Forgotten on the stony bed
This silent hillside tomb
For coppered be the grip
Of this wooded land
A crude cold gauntlet
Hides the bony hand

Tears once warmed the ground
Torn out of eyes that could cry no more
Compassion for the wind to take
O doth pity the bastard poor
A life of misery and hate
Upon a chance, a twist of fate




The poison from the goblet ran
Down the throat of her drunken man

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to the song "Withered" by Amorphis is a poignant and powerful testament to the fleeting nature of life and the inevitability of death. The first verse sets the tone with its description of a flower that has long since died and withered away, forgotten on a hillside tomb. The imagery is stark and vivid, painting a picture of a desolate, lifeless landscape that is hauntingly beautiful in its own way.


The second verse is even more powerful, as it describes the tears that once fell on this same barren ground. These tears were likely shed by someone who had suffered greatly in life, someone who had known only misery and hate. Yet even in the midst of all this pain and suffering, there was still compassion, still a willingness to pity even those who were considered the "bastard poor."


Finally, the third verse brings the story to its tragic conclusion with the revelation that the cause of this suffering was not fate, but a deliberate act of violence. A woman, driven to desperation by her own misery and the cruelty of her husband, gave him a poison goblet that led to his death. The lyrics do not pass judgment on her, but they offer a glimpse into her inner turmoil and her ultimate decision to end her own misery by ending her husband's life.


Line by Line Meaning

Withered be the flower
The flower is dead and no longer has any life or beauty.


Long past its prime and bloom
The flower has been dead for a long time and has lost all of its previous beauty.


Forgotten on the stony bed
The dead flower has been laid to rest on a cold and rocky surface, and has been forgotten by all.


This silent hillside tomb
The hillside where the flower was buried is now a tomb, and all is silent and still.


For coppered be the grip
The strong hold of death has taken the flower's life, like the copper-colored grip of a hand.


Of this wooded land
The grip of death is a natural part of the wooded environment.


A crude cold gauntlet
Death is like a cold and unfeeling glove that grips the flower's life and removes all warmth.


Hides the bony hand
Death covers everything with a bony hand, hiding all that it takes with it.


Tears once warmed the ground
Someone cried tears of sadness and pity, and those tears moistened the ground where the flower was buried.


Torn out of eyes that could cry no more
The person who cried tears for the flower is now unable to cry any longer.


Compassion for the wind to take
The person's compassion for the dead flower is now carried by the wind and scattered everywhere.


O doth pity the bastard poor
The person feels sorry for those who are less fortunate and have been abandoned by society.


A life of misery and hate
Some people live their lives in despair and hate, with no hope of ever escaping their circumstances.


Upon a chance, a twist of fate
Sometimes people's lives change unexpectedly due to a chance encounter or twist of fate.


The poison from the goblet ran
The poison that killed the person was drunk from a goblet.


Down the throat of her drunken man
The person killed by the poison was a man who was already drunk.




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