Hoarfrost
Greylotus Lyrics
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Monochromatic imaging returns with
cold iron in tow
dragging,
looming.
Rigamortis taunting terror,
you snap under the cot
Metal grinds against the concrete.
Do you believe that you are safe?
SHAME ON YOU!
You fool!
You reprobate!
How could you think that you'd
escaped from madness?
Deformed arms enfold you,
condensing breath tight around your neck.
Hoarfrost clings to window panes
obscuring the stains,
feigning, failing to bestow
tepid idle glow.
The line figure falls through
decay plagued katabasis.
Broken tile greets
its landing with a cacophony
clapping into corridors perpetual.
Through miasma
a lone well lies among the quiet murk.
The ring contracts
as substratum gives way, cascading
into the silt cemetery underneath.
You've let the dead in.
You've let the dead in.
Surrounded,
silhouettes sway with the wind.
Imprisoned effigies
released to incarcerate.
Looming close,
the acrid taste of ozone permeates
as the rope constricts.
Fatally frigid tenebrous cadavers
pile on weightlessly,
purloining lungs of breath.
There is no avoiding the pain.
There is no avoiding your fate.
They scatter, unable to see,
fearing the dragging pipe's dirge approaching.
End apparent,
I assume the posture of
carnal initiation.
Water slowly builds a coffin,
reaper proven unforgotten
pools of rust pour in
I accept my fate.
The lyrics of Greylotus's song "Hoarfrost" paint a dark and eerie atmosphere, delving into themes of confinement, fear, and accepting one's fate.
The first verse sets the scene with "deadened vision" and a "thickening covering," suggesting a loss of clarity and a sense of being trapped. The "monochromatic imaging" and "cold iron in tow" contribute to a sense of bleakness and heaviness, as if something ominous is approaching. The imagery of something dragging and looming creates a feeling of impending danger and doom.
The second verse intensifies these feelings, taunting the listener with the question of whether they believe they are safe. The use of language like "shame on you," "you fool," and "you reprobate" conveys a sense of judgment and self-condemnation. It suggests that the listener may have been deluded into thinking they have escaped madness, only to find themselves trapped once again, represented by the "deformed arms" constricting around their neck. It speaks to the cyclical nature of suffering and the inability to truly escape one's own demons.
The third verse introduces the hoarfrost as a metaphorical barrier that obscures stains and fails to provide any warmth or comfort. The line figure falling through decay reflects a descent into darkness and decay, symbolizing a descent into despair or a difficult period in life. The breaking tile and the clapping sound it creates evoke a sense of chaos and destruction. The mention of a well among the quiet murk suggests an element of mystery and potential danger lurking beneath the surface. The imagery of letting the dead in speaks to the consequences of one's actions or choices, possibly letting negativity or haunting memories invade one's life.
In the fourth verse, the silhouettes swaying and the acrid taste of ozone create a foreboding atmosphere. The rope constricting refers to a sense of being trapped or suffocated, while the frigid tenebrous cadavers piling on weightlessly suggests a sense of being burdened by the past or by negative influences. The reference to pain and fate implies that these are unavoidable aspects of life, and there is a sense of inevitability in facing them.
The final lines suggest a surrender to fate. The posture of "carnal initiation" could imply a willingness to accept the consequences or hardships that come with existence. The water slowly building a coffin symbolizes an acceptance of death or an acknowledgment of one's own mortality. The "reaper unforgotten" and the "pools of rust" pouring in underline the finality and inevitability of this fate. It suggests a willingness to embrace the unknown or to let go, surrendering to whatever lies ahead.
Line by Line Meaning
Deadened vision, thickening covering.
My perception is clouded and obscured, becoming denser and more suffocating.
Monochromatic imaging returns with cold iron in tow dragging, looming.
The bleak and colorless images of despair resurface, accompanied by a sense of impending doom and heaviness.
Rigamortis taunting terror, you snap under the cot stained with fluid.
The fear and lifelessness grip you tightly, causing you to break under the weight of the bed stained with bodily fluids.
Metal grinds against the concrete. Do you believe that you are safe? SHAME ON YOU! You fool! You reprobate! How could you think that you'd escaped from madness?
The harsh metallic sound scrapes against the unforgiving concrete. The sarcastic ridicule questions your false sense of security, exposing your foolishness for thinking you had escaped insanity.
Deformed arms enfold you, condensing breath tight around your neck.
Twisted and distorted limbs embrace you, tightening the grip around your neck, suffocating you.
Hoarfrost clings to window panes obscuring the stains, feigning, failing to bestow tepid idle glow.
The frost on the windows hides the stains, pretending to provide a weak and lifeless light that fails to bring any warmth or comfort.
The line figure falls through decay plagued katabasis.
The silhouette descends into a descent filled with decay and suffering.
Broken tile greets its landing with a cacophony clapping into corridors perpetual.
As the figure lands on a broken tile, it creates a loud and chaotic noise echoing through endless corridors.
Through miasma, a lone well lies among the quiet murk.
In the haze and confusion, a solitary well sits in the midst of the silent darkness.
The ring contracts as substratum gives way, cascading into the silt cemetery underneath.
The circle narrows as the foundation crumbles, leading to a cascade of debris into the burial ground of sediment below.
You've let the dead in. You've let the dead in.
You have allowed the deceased to enter. You have invited their presence into your life.
Surrounded, silhouettes sway with the wind. Imprisoned effigies released to incarcerate. Looming close, the acrid taste of ozone permeates as the rope constricts. Fatally frigid tenebrous cadavers pile on weightlessly, purloining lungs of breath.
Enveloped by shadows, the figures dance in the breeze. Trapped statues are set free to imprison. Approaching ominously, the bitter smell of ozone fills the air as the rope tightens. Lifeless, icy corpses pile on effortlessly, stealing away the ability to breathe.
There is no avoiding the pain. There is no avoiding your fate.
There is no escape from the agony. There is no escape from your destined outcome.
They scatter, unable to see, fearing the dragging pipe's dirge approaching.
They disperse, blinded and unaware, fearing the impending mournful sound of the dragging pipe drawing near.
End apparent, I assume the posture of carnal initiation.
With the inevitable conclusion in sight, I prepare myself for the commencement of a physical ordeal.
Water slowly builds a coffin, reaper proven unforgotten pools of rust pour in. I accept my fate.
Water gradually constructs a burial box, reminding me of death as rusty pools seep inward. I resign myself to my destiny.
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Greylotus
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