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 .
Wall of Voices
Necare Lyrics
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The song Wall of Voices by Necare delves into themes of death, sacrifice, and the afterlife. The opening lines "A deep and dreamless sleep unite... This fragile heart and sacrifice" suggest a surrendering of the self and a willingness to let go of life. This is followed by the provocative line "To cut the throat in praise of sin," which can be interpreted as embracing sin or evil as a means of achieving a more meaningful death.
The next lines "There is no life but that death allows... There is no will above the gnawing, writhing worms" seem to suggest a belief that death is the only true release from the impermanence and suffering of life. This is reinforced by the refrain "A wall of voices seething cold" which paints a haunting picture of a choir of the dead, tortured souls who have been abandoned by the light and left to moan and drone eternally.
Line by Line Meaning
A deep and dreamless sleep unite... This Fragile heart and sacrifice...
Unconsciousness will bring together my fragile heart and my willingness to suffer for my beliefs.
To cut the throat in praise of sin... A bastard lie begets the end...
Betraying my morals in favor of immorality is a lie that will bring about destruction.
There is no life but that death allows...
Life is only possible by accepting the inevitability of death.
There is no will above the gnawing, writhing worms...
Death is the ultimate equalizer and no one can escape its grasp.
It takes us all both young and old...
Death comes for all of us, regardless of age or circumstance.
A wall of voices seething cold...
The collective spirits of the dead scream and moan in agony, trapped within a wall of energy.
Shapeless forms scurry amongst shadows entwined...
The souls of the dead are formless and move in the shadows, eternally entwined with their own suffering.
Bearers of anguish exist within this desolate heart...
My own suffering is also the suffering of the spirits trapped within the wall of voices.
Breathing within its walls, I hear them faintly moaning...
The voices within the wall are barely audible, but omnipresent, constantly moaning and screaming in agony.
A choir of all faith departed....infernally droning...
The wall of voices is made up of souls from all faiths and religions, eternally suffering and moaning in unison.
The language of the dead, the ones whom the light has forsaken...
The voices within the wall speak a language unknown to the living; they are souls abandoned by the light of the living world.
Abandoned in tenebrous dream, never to awaken...
The dead are trapped in an eternal dreamlike state, never to awaken or escape their suffering.
A fleeting glimpse of hell, before I drown below...
In confronting the wall of voices and accepting the inevitability of death, I glimpse the torment of the afterlife before being consumed by it.
In darkest waves of ebony, death is all I know...
As I am enveloped by death, all I know is darkness and suffering, both within and without, as part of the wall of voices.
Contributed by Nathaniel W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.