Lost in Reverie and the 2005 EP The Moribund People were both produced under the label Mnemosyne Productions, owned and operated by Ihriel and Ihsahn themselves.
On March 4th, 2006 Peccatum split, leaving room for Ihriel to continue with Star of Ash and Ihsahn to work on his solo work. They still work together in their other project Hardingrock.
Oh My Regrets
Peccatum Lyrics
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How they pale and die
Like crippled white creatures
Left behind the chariot
Dissolving where they fell
Did you ever see such power
Black horses running, foaming
Away from the questions
That should never have been asked
Did you ever see such force
Their master;
Flaring eyes
Maddened quest
Yet, mind at ease
Oh, my regrets
How pathetic a quest
They are aiming at a target
That is long ago washed away
By the change of day
Did you ever see such pride
In the raised shoulders of one
He throws a short glance
- at his past -
But look; he holds his horses back
Just in time to throw his
Carriage on to another path
He races towards the mountains
Where the paths are narrow and steep
The creatures try to follow
But the road has narrowed in
Then with deadly precession
His whip scorch
Their greedy, grasping hands
And forever they fall
Oh, my regrets
Their memory will vanish with me
Like crippled white creatures
Left behind the chariot
Dissolving where they fell
The song "Oh My Regrets" by the Norwegian band Peccatum is a lament about the futility of holding onto past regrets. The first verse sets the tone with the vivid imagery of crippled white creatures left behind the chariot, symbolizing the regrets that are left behind as we move forward in life. The second half of the verse speaks of the power and force of the chariot being pulled by black horses running, foaming, and blasting along the path, away from the questions that should never have been asked. The idea being that the chariot, representing the present and future, is moving too fast for the regrets of the past to keep up.
The second verse continues this theme, noting how pathetic a quest it is to hold onto regrets, like aiming at a target that is long ago washed away by the change of day. The imagery of the raised shoulders of one, throwing a short glance at his past, shows some pride in what has been accomplished but also acknowledges that the regrets are still there. The final image of the chariot racing towards the mountains on narrow and steep paths while the creatures of regret try to follow, only to be cut down by the whip of the master, highlights the inevitability of leaving regrets behind.
It is a somber and reflective song, reminding us of the choices we make in life and the consequences that follow. It encourages us to let go of the past and focus on moving forward, even if it means leaving behind some painful memories.
Line by Line Meaning
Oh - my regrets
The singer is lamenting their regrets.
How they pale and die
The singer's regrets are losing significance over time and eventually losing their grip on the singer.
Like crippled white creatures
The singer's regrets are weak and broken.
Left behind the chariot
The artist's regrets are being left behind as the artist progresses forward.
Dissolving where they fell
The artist's regrets are fading away.
Did you ever see such power
The singer is in awe of the powerful and unstoppable forces of change.
Black horses running, foaming
The singer is describing the powerful imagery of change represented by black horses running and foaming at the mouth.
Blasting along the path
The powerful forces of change are moving swiftly and destructively.
Away from the questions
The forces of change are moving away from unanswerable questions.
That should never have been asked
The artist thinks that some questions are pointless and should not be asked.
Did you ever see such force
The singer is once again in awe of the power of change.
Their master;
The master of the forces of change is unknown but present.
Flaring eyes
The master of change is intense and focused.
Maddened quest
The forces of change are driven by a seemingly crazed purpose.
Yet, mind at ease
Despite the intense quest, the master of change is at peace.
Oh, my regrets
The artist is still lamenting their regrets.
How pathetic a quest
The artist thinks that their regrets are a foolish endeavor.
They are aiming at a target
The singer's regrets are directed towards a specific goal.
That is long ago washed away
The goal of the singer's regrets is no longer attainable.
By the change of day
The passing of time has made the goal of the artist's regrets unattainable.
Did you ever see such pride
The artist is now describing the pride felt by someone who has moved beyond their regrets.
In the raised shoulders of one
The person who has moved beyond regrets is showing physical signs of pride.
He throws a short glance
The person who has moved beyond regrets is taking a quick look back at their past.
- at his past -
The object of the person's quick glance is their past.
But look; he holds his horses back
Despite looking back at their past, the person has control over their urges and is holding back from dwelling on it.
Just in time to throw his
The person is able to pull back from their past just in time to move forward.
Carriage on to another path
The person is now moving on to a new path in life.
He races towards the mountains
The person is racing towards new challenges.
Where the paths are narrow and steep
The new challenges the person is facing are difficult and dangerous.
The creatures try to follow
The singer is once again describing the weak and broken nature of their regrets.
But the road has narrowed in
The path to the person's goals has become more difficult to traverse.
Then with deadly precession
The person is able to move forward with precision and purpose.
His whip scorch
The person is able to move forward with intensity and focus.
Their greedy, grasping hands
The person's regrets are once again described as weak and broken, reaching out in a grasping and desperate manner.
And forever they fall
The singer's regrets will always be left behind as they move forward.
Their memory will vanish with me
The artist's regrets will eventually be forgotten.
Like crippled white creatures
The singer's regrets are once again described as weak and broken.
Left behind the chariot
The singer's regrets are being left behind as the singer moves forward.
Dissolving where they fell
The singer's regrets are fading away.
Contributed by Brody A. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@ThaTruKru
Ah ha