A Voice In The Dark
Tacere Lyrics


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In the leafy shades of a wildwood,
reflections of a distant light
A tempting celestial song
calling into the light leading to the sky

Somber, so very intense, kneeling to the ground
Gripe the soil! It turns into dust.
Desperate fingers grasping, nothing.

Escaping the vision so horrid
Wandering through a meadow of grass
On the misty ground sits a raven
Staring silently in despise, it speaks:
Denizen of demons path, inhabitant of ground at last
Never fear the horned pact,
be a part in the immense essence of life!

We are the organ pipes of living frailty:
A voice in the dark, so strong yet so fragile
Now touch the serpent's tongue and feel a true relief!
The flower must wither, the flower must die

We are the organ pipes of living frailty:
A voice in the dark, so strong yet so fragile




Now touch the serpent's tongue and feel a true relief!
The flower must wither, the flower must die again

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Tacere's song "A Voice In The Dark" present a vivid and haunting image of a person lost in the wilderness, searching for guidance and meaning in their life. The opening stanza sets the scene in a "leafy shade" where a distant light and celestial song beckon the listener to follow. However, things take a darker turn as the person reaches out in desperation, only to find nothing but dust.


The lyrics continue to explore themes of mortality and the struggle to find one's place in the world. The raven's appearance adds an element of mysticism, with its silent stare and cryptic message to "be a part in the immense essence of life." The repeated refrain of "We are the organ pipes of living frailty" reinforces the fragility of life and the inevitability of death, while the serpent's tongue promises relief from this cycle.


Overall, "A Voice In The Dark" paints a bleak yet thought-provoking picture of the human condition. It invites listeners to contemplate their own mortality, the meaning of life, and the search for something beyond themselves.


Line by Line Meaning

In the leafy shades of a wildwood,
Amidst the abundance of trees in the forest,


reflections of a distant light
The image of a faraway gleam reflected in nature's canopy


A tempting celestial song
An alluring melody from the heavens above


calling into the light leading to the sky
Inviting you to follow its path and ascend towards the heavens


Somber, so very intense, kneeling to the ground
A state of deep melancholy and despair, brought to one's knees


Gripe the soil! It turns into dust.
Grip the earth tightly and watch as it crumbles into nothingness


Desperate fingers grasping, nothing.
Despite desperate attempts to hold on, there is nothing left to cling to


Escaping the vision so horrid
Trying to flee from a terrible sight


Wandering through a meadow of grass
Roaming aimlessly through a field of green


On the misty ground sits a raven
A black bird perched on the damp earth


Staring silently in despise, it speaks:
Looking on disdainfully, it utters these words:


Denizen of demons path, inhabitant of ground at last
You are a creature of darkness, finally dwelling on the underworld's soil


Never fear the horned pact,
Do not be afraid of forming an alliance with the devil himself,


be a part in the immense essence of life!
Be a part of the grand scheme of existence


We are the organ pipes of living frailty:
We, as humans, are the instruments of our own vulnerability


A voice in the dark, so strong yet so fragile
Our voice, capable of powerful communication, is also delicate


Now touch the serpent's tongue and feel a true relief!
Now take part in the sins of the wicked and experience true liberation!


The flower must wither, the flower must die
All things, no matter how beautiful, must eventually come to an end


We are the organ pipes of living frailty:
We, as humans, are the instruments of our own vulnerability


A voice in the dark, so strong yet so fragile
Our voice, capable of powerful communication, is also delicate


Now touch the serpent's tongue and feel a true relief!
Now take part in the sins of the wicked and experience true liberation!


The flower must wither, the flower must die again
All things, no matter how beautiful, must eventually come to an end once more




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