Darkest Hour
Nox Arcana Lyrics


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Ye who read these words are still among the living, but I who write shall have long since gone my way into the region of shadows. Plagued by ghosts from the past, my soul can find no release from its eternal sorrow. Lost loves, spirits of the dead... madmen and devils have each in turn visited me here in the solitude of my chamber, to haunt and torment me. I implore you to heed my tale, as I relate the grim and ghastly things that befell me in my darkest hour... once upon a midnight dreary...




Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Nox Arcana's song Darkest Hour are a recollection of a story being told by a writer who has been tormented by ghosts from his past. He begins by addressing the readers, acknowledging that they are still among the living but he, the writer, has long since gone into the "region of shadows." The ghosts he can't seem to rid himself of include lost loves, spirits of the dead, madmen, and devils. He pleads with the readers to listen to his tale, relating the terrifying encounters he has experienced in his darkest hour, which he describes as a time akin to Edgar Allan Poe's "midnight dreary."


The writer's words are poignant and convey a sense of desperation as he tries to make sense of the horrors he has experienced. His use of gothic rhetoric through the reference of Poe's poem "The Raven" creates a foreboding and ominous atmosphere that helps to draw in the listener. The theme of eternal sorrow, loss, and haunting by the spirits of the dead, creates a sense of melancholy and despair which ultimately leads to an eerie and haunting tale.


Line by Line Meaning

Ye who read these words are still among the living,
Those who are currently reading this message are still alive and active in this world.


but I who write shall have long since gone my way into the region of shadows.
However, the person writing this message has already left this world and traveled to the land of the dead.


Plagued by ghosts from the past, my soul can find no release from its eternal sorrow.
Haunted by memories of the past, the writer is unable to find solace from their endless grief.


Lost loves, spirits of the dead...
The departed spirits of past love interests...


madmen and devils have each in turn visited me here in the solitude of my chamber, to haunt and torment me.
...as well as the spirits of insane individuals and malevolent beings have visited the writer in the privacy of their room, causing fear and mental anguish.


I implore you to heed my tale,
The writer is begging the reader to listen to their account.


as I relate the grim and ghastly things that befell me in my darkest hour...
The writer will recount the horrific events that occurred during their most desperate and despairing time.


once upon a midnight dreary...
The story begins at a late hour of the night, amid a feeling of unease and sorrow.




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Thomas Brilke

Dark relm of the shadow!

Abrakt

:)