Therma
Ataraxia Lyrics


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Not of father, nor of mother
was my blood, was my body.
I was made from nine blossoms,
blossoms of the nettle, oak and thorn,
nine powers of nine flowers,
nine powers in me combined.
Long and white are my fingers
as the ninth wave of the sea.
I have played in Lloughor,
I have slept in purple,
my wreath is of red jewels.
I know so many songs,
my cassock is red all over
but I prophesy no evil.
A million of angels
stand on the point of my knife.
I am a wind on a deep lake,
I am a tear the Sun lets fall,
I am a hawk above the cliff,
I am a thorn beneath the nail,
I am a hill where poets walk,
I am a tide that drags to death.
Roses, Servants, Sisters,
Goddesses of falls and ruins,
Goddesses of the moon barely skimmed,




Goddesses of the dumb race
you don't have lost me yet."

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Ataraxia's song "Therma" are enigmatic and poetic, drawing on mythological and mystical imagery to describe the singer's identity and power. The opening lines, "Not of father, nor of mother / was my blood, was my body," suggest a creation story outside of conventional biology or lineage, perhaps positioning the singer as a divine or supernatural being. The following lines describe the singer's origins from nine different flowers, imbuing them with the combined powers of each. This imagery evokes pagan beliefs in nature spirits or deities, emphasizing the singer's connection to nature and magic.


The subsequent lines each describe a different aspect of the singer's identity, using metaphorical language to convey their complexity and mystery. The long, white fingers are likened to the ninth wave of the sea, evoking the power and danger of the ocean. The other lines similarly describe the singer as embodying contradictory or unpredictable forces, such as tears from the sun, a thorn, a hill, or a tide that drags to death. These images suggest the singer's power as both creative and destructive, beautiful and dangerous.


Line by Line Meaning

Not of father, nor of mother was my blood, was my body.
My biological origin is unknown.


I was made from nine blossoms, blossoms of the nettle, oak and thorn, nine powers of nine flowers, nine powers in me combined.
I was created from nine different flowers and possess corresponding powers.


Long and white are my fingers as the ninth wave of the sea.
My fingers are long and white like the ninth wave of the sea.


I have played in Lloughor, I have slept in purple, my wreath is of red jewels.
I have experienced joy, rest, and adorned with jewels.


I know so many songs, my cassock is red all over but I prophesy no evil.
I possess vast knowledge of songs but I am not a prophet of evil.


A million of angels stand on the point of my knife.
I possess the power to command an infinite number of angels.


I am a wind on a deep lake, I am a tear the Sun lets fall, I am a hawk above the cliff, I am a thorn beneath the nail, I am a hill where poets walk, I am a tide that drags to death.
I am a force of nature with many different aspects.


Roses, Servants, Sisters, Goddesses of falls and ruins, Goddesses of the moon barely skimmed, Goddesses of the dumb race you don't have lost me yet.
I am associated with various feminine entities and have not been lost to any of them.




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