Necare was a Death/Doom met… Read Full Bio ↴Newport News, Virginia, USA. (1999-2004)
Necare was a Death/Doom metal band in the vein of old Anathema, Saturnus and My Dying Bride but were also influenced by bands like Katatonia and Evoken. Truly mournful and bleak music for the romantic doom fan. Sporadic use of a violin and other atmospheric elements. They use both grunts and clean vocals.
They consisted of two members, Jonathan Greer Cawthon and Ryan Henry of Reclusiam .
The Fury
Necare Lyrics
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These lyrics from Necare's "The Fury" are a poetic expression of overwhelming emotions of grief and loss. The singer of the poem is engulfed in a sea of depression, feeling a crippling sense of sorrow and isolation, symbolized by "waves of mute dejection." The "malicious spines of dull fury" represent the tangled mess of emotions within, which have been building up over time. The rage inside is a silent and constant companion, always seeking an outlet.
The lyrics also explore the idea of how loss can shake one's faith, leaving them feeling abandoned and alone. The singer's heart is consumed by this pain, which is born from the "ruinous passage of time" – a reminder of the fleeting nature of life. Despite the chaos within, the night offers a sense of comfort and escape. It is a tapestry of light – a space for the singer to shield their "fallen crest" and find solace in the darkness.
The last lines of the song are particularly poignant, as they express the feeling of being so consumed by pain that one becomes numb to everything else. The singer laments that even when the object of their affection leaves, they feel nothing. It is a stark reminder of how all-consuming grief can be, and how it can leave a person feeling hollow and desolate.
Line by Line Meaning
Midst waves of mute dejection...crawl upon malicious spines of dull fury...
Amidst feelings of sadness, helplessness, and hopelessness, I am consumed by a quiet, but intense, anger that is directed towards anything and everything that has contributed to my current emotional state.
Rage burning in silence sought by my own wretched heart...born from the ruinous passage of time...
My intense anger is a result of the passage of time, which has brought about loss, pain, and suffering. It is a silent rage, which I direct towards myself for being unable to stop or prevent the natural progression of time.
The truth of loss hurls its clenched fists at the fragile strands of abandoned faith...
The reality of my loss and pain is overwhelming and makes me question my faith and beliefs. It makes me feel like my faith and hope have been abandoned and left in a state of fragility.
You are the night...come forth in endless rapture...you are the night...to sheild thy fallen crest...
The night represents a feeling of comfort and safety, which is something that I yearn for during these difficult times. It is a refuge where I can find solace and feel protected from the pain and suffering that surrounds me.
Entangled in the scented tresses of their desireable women...soft graceful eidolons of light -- if only they were more than fleeting ghosts...
I am surrounded by women who are desirable and beautiful, but they are only temporary distractions from my pain and sadness. They are like apparitions, fading into the distance and leaving me feeling emptier than before.
Apparitions faded by time and dust...stirring in dark fields of rememberance where tristful scenes of long departed loves are endlessly portrayed...
Memories of past loves and relationships are like ghosts that haunt me, as they stir up painful emotions and remind me of what I have lost. They are like scenes from a sad movie that play on endless repeat in my mind.
One must seize each memory with careful hands kept hidden...and like rare, exotic flowers beheld by none...clutch them tightly to thy disconsolate heart and remember each one...for this pain shall soon pass...
Despite the pain and sadness that memories can bring, it is important to cherish them and hold onto them tightly. They are like rare and precious flowers that are meant only for me to hold onto. And just as the flowers will wilt and die, so too will the pain and sadness eventually fade away.
The soulblight's slow destruction of what is most precious...of what we hold closest to our impassioned souls...like the vacant sigh of a thousand dying dreams...
The pain and suffering that I am experiencing feels like a slow and unrelenting destruction of everything that I hold dear. It is like watching a thousand of my hopes and dreams die in slow motion, leaving me feeling empty and alone.
You are the night...a tapestry of light...a nihility of shifting emotions...coalesce into patterned, empty tears...you depart (from me) and I feel nothing.
The night is a beautiful and comforting thing, but it also represents the emptiness that I feel inside. My emotions are like a tapestry of light and darkness that weave together in patterns that make no sense. When the night (or my source of comfort) is taken away from me, I am left feeling completely numb and empty.
Contributed by Hailey L. Suggest a correction in the comments below.