Habent Sua Fata Imagines
Asgaard Lyrics
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Have never existed
You will touch the stars originate from
The might of elements
You will see impenetrable abyss of passion
Originate from our first look
My kingdom is dark cold of a night
In the silver chalice of rapture
I paint the landscapes of our madness
With my own blood
These are colours vibrating with eternity
Life without time
Journey without space
Come... we are getting closer in every minute
In the darkness thicket
The faint brightness of burning incense appeared
Perhaps its delicate mystic fragrance
Shows the real way
Towards haggard brilliance
The little glimmers of memory
Hope which sails on the wing of passion
Like a flame of love
Lost in the labyrinth of shiny chamber
But she always return
Maybe it is the thing which let us
Believe we have seen all colours
Of the rainbow, for real...?
The song “Habent Sua Fata Imagines” by Asgaard is driven by an invitation to explore and discover a mysterious realm that has never existed before. The lyrics depict a world of passion and an unexplored abyss of emotions that originate from the first look. With a kingdom that is described as cold and dark as the night, the singer promises to reveal an experience that is out of this world - one where we will touch stars created by the might of the elements.
The song continues with the singer using an evocative metaphor to describe himself as a painter, painting the landscapes of their collective madness with his own blood. He describes these colors as vibrating with eternity, a life without time, and a journey without space. It's almost as if he is saying that what he is about to show the listener is a place that transcends normal human experience, where time and space have no bounds. He beckons the listener to join him, asserting that they are getting closer every minute.
The song's final verse uses the imagery of a thicket and burning incense to evoke the sense of mysticism and the hope of finding one's way towards haggard brilliance. The little glimmers of memory and hope that "sail on the wing of passion" are equated to a "flame of love lost in the labyrinth of shiny chambers." There is a sense that the listener might be lost, but that these little glimmers guide them back to the right path again and again. The song ends on a note of wonder and perhaps even skepticism, with the suggestion that maybe this experience is the one that lets them believe they have seen all the colors of the rainbow.
Line by Line Meaning
Come... I will show you the world which
I invite you to witness a world beyond our contemporary imagination
Have never existed
A world that has not been realized by any earthly existence
You will touch the stars originate from
You will come in contact with celestial bodies stemming from
The might of elements
The power of nature's components
You will see impenetrable abyss of passion
You will observe an insurmountable depth of desire
Originate from our first look
Which initially arose from our first glance
My kingdom is dark cold of a night
My realm is akin to the frigid and desolate shroud of darkness
Personal desire of vengeance gathered
My individual yearning for vindication accumulated
In the silver chalice of rapture
Contained within the euphoric container of a silver chalice
I paint the landscapes of our madness
I artistically depict the terrain of our lunacy
With my own blood
Using my very own life force
These are colours vibrating with eternity
These are hues pulsating with perpetual existence
Life without time
An existence devoid of temporal constraints
Journey without space
A sojourn that transcends physical boundaries
Come... we are getting closer in every minute
Join me as we continually approach our destination with each passing minute
In the darkness thicket
Amidst the obscure foliage
The faint brightness of burning incense appeared
A dim illumination from a smoldering scent emerged
Perhaps its delicate mystic fragrance
Possibly its subtle arcane aroma
Shows the real way
Indicates the authentic path
Towards haggard brilliance
Leading to a weary resplendence
The little glimmers of memory
The brief flickers of recollection
Hope which sails on the wing of passion
Optimism that navigates on the fervor of desire
Like a flame of love
Akin to an intense blaze of affection
Lost in the labyrinth of shiny chamber
A maze of glistening spaces where it became obscured
But she always return
Yet it always reemerges
Maybe it is the thing which let us
Perhaps it is the very element that enables us
Believe we have seen all colours
To hold the conviction that we have perceived all nuances
Of the rainbow, for real...?
Of the entire spectrum, in actuality...?
Contributed by Aria O. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Julita Strzałkowska
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Ryan Lanz
This is "In Articulo Mortis" not "Habent Sua Fata Imagines"