Marcia Cerimoniale
Ataraxia Lyrics


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Sempervirens panica rosa
obliquitans luces mortisque me invenit
fui parva sparsa beluilla nanciscor sub mucillagine
cupiens aliquot deos,
praeter omnes cerere, Pan et Cibelem
"Hei, viator" inquam "dignabere ?"
"Hei, dignabere ?"
Abscondo sacra in memoria et purpurea in tremore pervigil
"Hei viator, dignabere ?"





Mara Paltrinieri

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Ataraxia's song "Marcia Cerimoniale" are a mix of Latin phrases and poetic imagery, making it an intriguing and captivating piece of art. The first line "Sempervirens panica rosa" translates to mean "The evergreen panic of the rose", which could represent the beauty and fragility of life that always remains, despite the chaos and fears that may surround it. The next line "obliquitans luces mortisque me invenit" translates to "Twisting around me, light and death found me", which may imply the idea of how life and death are intertwined and constantly influencing each other.


The following lines are more complex and metaphorical, telling the story of the persona's search for deities such as Ceres, Pan and Cybele, and their attempt to connect with them. The phrase "fui parva sparsa beluilla nanciscor sub mucillagine" translates to "I became a small, scattered, wild vine under the mucus", which could symbolize the persona's struggle to find spiritual meaning in a world that can be overwhelming and confusing.


The repeated line "Hei, viator, dignabere?" can be translated to mean "Hey, traveler, will you dare?" and could be a call to action for the listener to explore and seek out their own spiritual or emotional truth. The song ends with "Abscondo sacra in memoria et purpurea in tremore pervigil" which means "I hide sacred things in memory and stay awake in purple trembling", leaving a sense of mystery and suspension in the air.


Line by Line Meaning

Sempervirens panica rosa
The evergreen panic rose


obliquitans luces mortisque me invenit
As the light and death bend, they find me


fui parva sparsa beluilla nanciscor sub mucillagine
I was a small scattered weed that grew under the slime


cupiens aliquot deos,
Desiring some gods,


praeter omnes cerere, Pan et Cibelem
Above all, Ceres, Pan, and Cybele


"Hei, viator" inquam "dignabere ?"
"Hey, traveler," I say, "will you deign to listen?"


"Hei, dignabere ?"
"Hey, will you listen?"


Abscondo sacra in memoria et purpurea in tremore pervigil
I hide the sacred things in my memory and tremble with purple


"Hei viator, dignabere ?"
"Hey traveler, will you deign to listen?"




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