Nostalgia Grows
Enslavement of Beauty Lyrics


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Gazing at what could have been
A lethal doze of her fertile pose
What will all these inklings mean
If I reveal how deep the spiral go
Crystal fecund fancies flew
Emerged through blood-red veils
Sky-blue yet dead grey - the winds blew
Forced my lofty head to lean
Is this lass a fevered rose?
Is she not sinless and pristine?
Is it not always gold what glows?
She hides her hideousness in evergreens
But be cautious her blade is keen
When held down by an angel pose
Her talons can't be foreseen




When the nightmare initiates from a rose
And this hale nostalgia grows...

Overall Meaning

In Enslavement of Beauty's song "Nostalgia Grows", the lyrics speak about looking back on what could have been and contemplating the consequences of revealing deep secrets. The imagery of a "lethal doze" and "crystal fecund fancies" suggest a sense of danger and temptation, while the metaphor of a rose represents the duality of beauty and danger. The lyrics caution against being too trusting, as the song warns of hidden hideousness and dangers that may not be visible at first. The nostalgia that grows throughout the song highlights a feeling of loss and longing for something that may never have been truly attainable.


The use of poetic language and metaphors in "Nostalgia Grows" adds depth and complexity to the lyrics, creating a rich tapestry of emotions and imagery. The lyrics speak to the human experience of looking back on past relationships or experiences, and wrestling with the difficult emotions that arise. The song's haunting melody adds to the sense of melancholy and longing conveyed in the lyrics, making it a powerful and emotive piece of music.


Line by Line Meaning

Gazing at what could have been
Reflecting on missed opportunities and wondering what could have been


A lethal doze of her fertile pose
The dangerous allure of her seductive posture


What will all these inklings mean
Contemplating the significance of these vague suspicions


If I reveal how deep the spiral go
If I divulge the full extent of my spiraling descent


Crystal fecund fancies flew
Pure, fruitful thoughts took flight


Emerged through blood-red veils
Existed in spite of dark and foreboding circumstances


Sky-blue yet dead grey - the winds blew
Even though the sky was blue, there was a sense of lifelessness and coldness in the air


Forced my lofty head to lean
Compelled me to bow my head and confront reality


Is this lass a fevered rose?
Is this woman a sickly, diseased flower?


Is she not sinless and pristine?
Is she not pure and innocent?


Is it not always gold what glows?
Is it not always the most valuable things that shine?


She hides her hideousness in evergreens
She conceals her ugliness among beauty


But be cautious her blade is keen
But beware, she is capable of inflicting harm with precision


When held down by an angel pose
When she assumes an innocent facade


Her talons can't be foreseen
Her hidden claws are unpredictable


When the nightmare initiates from a rose
When something beautiful turns into a nightmare


And this hale nostalgia grows...
And this healthy, yet poignant, sense of longing intensifies...




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y esta nostalgia crece....

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