1999 an… Read Full Bio ↴A Melodic Black/Death Band from Wyszków, Poland. They formed in
1999 and have released 2 albums so far. Their original name was
Overture, however it was later changed to Naumachia.
Centurion
Naumachia Lyrics
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And shaped it to be it's home
I fall asleep into a tar black hole
And wake up into the shades of the past day
I am centurion
For there are hundreds of me alike
Here today gone tomorrow
Born of emptiness and sorrow
Into sadness and shaded lot
Hollow realm devoid of deeper thought
One of millions points of darkness
A diamond in sand though
I am centurion
There are millions of us
Ordering our one-manned armies
I am my own subordinate and superior
Unnamed army of indifferent swords
Summoned to gather upon the shore
No servants they need, no lords
As obedience to themselves they swore
Past centuries were my shelter
Brought up by stone statues I was
Fed on dew that hasty night left
I have been forsaken by Light
Clad in century-old armour
Corroded by acid of memories
Covered in rust of my anger
Here I rise - centurion
Against hope, against dreams
For suppressed will I fight
Confined imagination
And, oh, upright pose
Retrieve the mind equilibrium
Revive words their might
Give the night it's moonless darkness
And the warriors the cause to fight
My summoning call dies into the sky-high wall of groans
The orphaned widows mourn their youth
The silhouettes of swords buried in memory
Are cutting through the realms' screen
To stop the rocking of the empty cradles
Stone hits the stone, the clatter, as hypnotic chant, fades in blizzard's spell
Ecce Centurion, marching with his alikes
I am Centurion
And there are millions of us
The opening lines of "Centurion" by Naumachia set a melancholic tone, as the singer describes how their life has been taken over by a "hollow loss." The imagery of falling asleep into a "tar black hole" and waking up to the shades of the past day creates an eerie and claustrophobic atmosphere, as if the singer is trapped in a cycle of despair. Despite feeling alone in their struggle, the singer identifies themselves as a centurion, one of many soldiers who share their pain and emptiness. This motif continues throughout the song, as the singer describes their fellow soldiers as being "born of emptiness and sorrow" and ordered by no one but themselves. The army of centurions is presented as a force of indifference, cutting through realms and stopping the "rocking of empty cradles."
The repeated phrase "I am centurion" emphasizes the importance of identity and belonging in this dark, post-apocalyptic world. The singer sees themselves as both subordinate and superior, and takes pride in their ability to command their "one-manned armies." The imagery of being "clad in century-old armor" and corroded by "acid of memories" suggests that the centurions are ancient beings who have endured countless battles and hardships. Despite being forsaken by the light and left to fend for themselves, they march on against hope and dreams, fighting for their suppressed will and confined imagination. The final lines of the song suggest that the centurions are not alone in their struggle, but rather part of a larger movement to revive words, give warriors a cause to fight, and reclaim their own sense of agency.
Line by Line Meaning
The hollow loss has crept into my life
I feel a sense of emptiness in my life
And shaped it to be it's home
It has become a part of me
I fall asleep into a tar black hole
I sleep in a state of darkness and despair
And wake up into the shades of the past day
My memories of the past are still with me every morning
I am centurion
I am a warrior
For there are hundreds of me alike
There are many others like me
Here today gone tomorrow
Life is fleeting
Born of emptiness and sorrow
Our lives are born out of sadness
Into sadness and shaded lot
Our lives are full of darkness
Hollow realm devoid of deeper thought
Our lives lack depth and meaning
One of millions points of darkness
I am one of many who feel lost
A diamond in sand though
But there is potential for me to shine
There are millions of us
There are many warriors like me
Ordering our one-manned armies
We are all responsible for ourselves
I am my own subordinate and superior
I am responsible for both following and leading myself
Unnamed army of indifferent swords
We are a nameless army of unfeeling warriors
Summoned to gather upon the shore
We are called to fight on the battlefield
No servants they need, no lords
We require no guidance or authority
As obedience to themselves they swore
We are only loyal to ourselves
Past centuries were my shelter
The past has been a safe haven for me
Brought up by stone statues I was
I have been raised on history
Fed on dew that hasty night left
I have been sustained by fleeting moments
I have been forsaken by Light
I feel abandoned by hope
Clad in century-old armour
I am weighed down by the past
Corroded by acid of memories
My memories have eaten away at me
Covered in rust of my anger
I am consumed by my own anger
Against hope, against dreams
I am fighting against despair and lost opportunities
For suppressed will I fight
I am determined to break free from limitations
Confined imagination
I feel trapped by my lack of creativity
And, oh, upright pose
I will not be defeated
Retrieve the mind equilibrium
I seek peace of mind
Revive words their might
I hope to find strength in words
Give the night it's moonless darkness
I embrace the darkness around me
And the warriors the cause to fight
I aim to inspire others to fight for their own freedom
My summoning call dies into the sky-high wall of groans
My call for action goes unheard
The orphaned widows mourn their youth
Those left behind suffer from loss and regret
The silhouettes of swords buried in memory
The past still haunts us
Are cutting through the realms' screen
The barrier between past and present is breaking down
To stop the rocking of the empty cradles
We fight against despair and loss
Stone hits the stone, the clatter, as hypnotic chant, fades in blizzard's spell
The sound of battle is all-consuming
Ecce Centurion, marching with his alikes
I am marching with my fellow warriors
And there are millions of us
We are many and we fight on
Contributed by Bella W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.