Part 1
Mourning Beloveth Lyrics


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The methods with which we synchronise our minds revolve around and expanding
vitriolic molecule

We sit and speak of a certain earthy melancholia that swirls like silver smoke
and falls throug the
incandescent air. As the evening creeps in and a glow swims through the
dissolving patterns of our
thoughts, a lonely sound could be heard on the threshold of momentary shadows

"I am the voice of melancholy that gathers your stars and burns them at your
portal
the quiver that slides through your dreams to deposit leaden despair"





The morning drops slowly by our sides we pause to breath the scent of decay.
Revolving patterns slip their laconic focus through the cracks we ar lost.

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of Mourning Beloveth's song Part 1 suggest that the methods of synchronizing our thoughts revolve around an expanding vitriolic molecule, hinting towards the idea of a toxic influence that feeds on negativity. The melancholic mood that surrounds us is palpable, and it is compared to a silver smoke that falls through the air. As the evening begins, there is a faint, lonely sound that can be heard on the fringe of the shadows.


The next stanza features the voice of melancholy, which claims to gather our stars and burn them at our portal. This voice of despair is the quiver that slides through our dreams and deposits leaden despair, suggesting that it is the source of sadness and disappointment that we encounter in life. The final lines of the song describe the morning as dropping slowly by our sides, as we pause to breathe the scent of decay. The patterns of thought that once revolved are now slipping their focus, and we are lost in the cracks of our own emotions.


Line by Line Meaning

The methods with which we synchronise our minds revolve around and expanding vitriolic molecule
We use corrosive methods to synchronize our thoughts and they keep expanding to control our whole being.


We sit and speak of a certain earthy melancholia that swirls like silver smoke and falls through the incandescent air.
We contemplate a feeling of deep sadness that is ever-present like smoke in the air, and is made worse by the intense glow of our surroundings.


As the evening creeps in and a glow swims through the dissolving patterns of our thoughts, a lonely sound could be heard on the threshold of momentary shadows
As darkness sets in, our thoughts start to dissolve into chaos, and we hear a lonesome sound at the edge of our awareness.


"I am the voice of melancholy that gathers your stars and burns them at your portal the quiver that slides through your dreams to deposit leaden despair"
This is the voice of sadness that consumes us, taking away our hopes and leaving us feeling heavy and hopeless, invading even our dreams.


The morning drops slowly by our sides we pause to breath the scent of decay.
Morning arrives slowly and we take a moment to inhale the stench of death all around us.


Revolving patterns slip their laconic focus through the cracks we ar lost.
Our thoughts spin out of control, losing focus and leaving us feeling completely lost.




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