Birds Elope With The Sun
The Agonist Lyrics


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(Air like water, water like stone, birds elope with the sun.)

A velvet quietus furtively draped over ears
Quartz underfoot and crystalline opal tears
Welcoming webs of gasping despair
Nival anaphora textures the air
Anamnesis waltzes through
Windows shut tight, and the fires are fueled
Reminding naiveté of its magnitude's inferiority

Skyward stretching arms become thin and weak
Bony fingers comb the clouds
Then curl into fists, admitting defeat
Blood concedes to gravity’s pull,
Leaving hollow skeletons all erect
Perforating the skyline – an impenetrable cage
Like skin drawn tight, and canvas cracked with age

Escapist flights and lengthy nights
as some succumb to slumber awakes...

Faces count minutes 'till noon
Solar ghosts come kiss the moon goodnight
Grey memories for now

A thousand families down will fall
Nival tears bury them all
Like absconding tides, birds elope with the sun

A barren desert soaked in bleach
A sickly pallor and opal touch
Hallucinating, shattered glass
Falls as if the atmosphere cracked
And we are invaded by emptiness blank

The brain keeps the body company
The continent is a newborn trying to breathe
Accepting his fate, and falling asleep,
The child is woman, resting in peace

(Accepting the sleep as a blackness
forcing its way in and pushing air out through heavy lungs
and heavy are the clouds that reach so deep
and smother the land in a heavy shroud
eyes press closed and words are now visible)

The sky is an eggshell waiting to hatch
The ground is the air, the wind, the trees,
The Earth, the water, the fire...
Sculptors working the clay, carving angels
and gargoyles and columns
As pixies dance to appease the leaves
Faces that once turned to catch the light
Frown and turn desperately down towards darkness
Float to the stiff, grey earth

Faces count minutes 'till noon
Solar ghosts come kiss the moon goodnight
Grey memories for now

A thousand families down will fall




Nival tears bury them all
Like absconding tides, birds elope with the sun

Overall Meaning

The lyrics in The Agonist's song Birds Elope With The Sun paint a vivid and poignant picture of despair and hopelessness. The opening line "Air like water, water like stone, birds elope with the sun" is both poetic and prophetic. It speaks to the natural world's indifference to human suffering and our ultimate mortality. The following lines continue the theme of desolation and futility, with the descriptions of the "velvet quietus" and "crystalline opal tears". The sense of mortality is also evident with the mention of "hollow skeletons" and the "grey memories" that remain.


The lyrics continue on to describe the natural world's beauty while also acknowledging its destructive power. The lines "Sculptors working the clay, carving angels and gargoyles and columns" speaks to the world's creative potential while "nival tears bury them all" speaks to its destructive power. The lyrics also touch on the fleeting nature of life with the phrase "like absconding tides, birds elope with the sun". It seems to suggest that just as the birds are free to escape the darkness, so too are humans capable of transcending their current suffering.


The song's overall message is about the human struggle to find meaning and purpose in life despite life's inevitable hardships. It reflects on our human desire to find purpose and meaning in the natural world and the beauty that can be found in even the bleakest of moments.


Line by Line Meaning

A velvet quietus furtively draped over ears
A soothing and peaceful silence draped surreptitiously over the ears


Quartz underfoot and crystalline opal tears
The ground is hard quartz beneath the feet and the tears are clear and beautiful opals


Welcoming webs of gasping despair
Despairing feelings that are strangely welcoming and all-encompassing


Nival anaphora textures the air
The air is thick with repeating patterns of snowy white textures


Anamnesis waltzes through
A nostalgic and soulful remembrance waltzes through


Windows shut tight, and the fires are fueled
The windows are closed tightly and the fires are stoked up


Reminding naiveté of its magnitude's inferiority
Showing how small and insignificant naiveté truly is


Skyward stretching arms become thin and weak
Arms stretched up towards the sky that become weak and frail


Bony fingers comb the clouds
Fingers that are skeletal in nature combing through the clouds


Then curl into fists, admitting defeat
Clenching into fists, acknowledging defeat and giving up


Blood concedes to gravity’s pull,
Blood giving in to the pull of gravity


Leaving hollow skeletons all erect
Leaving nothing but empty and upright skeletons behind


Perforating the skyline – an impenetrable cage
Creating openings in the skyline, but still feeling trapped like in an inescapable cage


Like skin drawn tight, and canvas cracked with age
Skin pulled tight and a canvas that has aged and cracked over time


Escapist flights and lengthy nights
Flights that are meant to escape reality and long, sleepless nights


as some succumb to slumber awakes...
As some finally fall asleep, others awaken and can't sleep


Faces count minutes 'till noon
Faces anxiously counting down the minutes until noon


Solar ghosts come kiss the moon goodnight
The sun says goodbye to the moon like ghostly figures kissing


Grey memories for now
Memories that feel like they are in shades of grey, at least for now


A thousand families down will fall
A large number of families will fall down together


Nival tears bury them all
Tears as white as snow will bury them all


Like absconding tides, birds elope with the sun
Birds leave quickly like the tide goes out, eloping with the sun


A barren desert soaked in bleach
A lifeless and empty desert soaked in bleaching chemicals


A sickly pallor and opal touch
A color that is almost sickening pallor and a touch that is clear like opals


Hallucinating, shattered glass
Seeing things that aren't there, like shattered glass all around


Falls as if the atmosphere cracked
Falling as though the very atmosphere has shattered and broken apart


And we are invaded by emptiness blank
Overwhelmed by a void and emptiness that feels blank


The brain keeps the body company
The mind is the only company the body truly has


The continent is a newborn trying to breathe
The continent is young and struggling to survive, like a newborn trying to breathe


Accepting his fate, and falling asleep,
Accepting what will happen and giving in to sleep


The child is woman, resting in peace
The child has grown and become a woman, finally resting in peace


The sky is an eggshell waiting to hatch
The sky feels fragile and delicate, like an eggshell about to hatch


The ground is the air, the wind, the trees,
The ground is connected to everything around us: the air, the wind, and the trees


The Earth, the water, the fire...
Everything that makes up our world: the Earth, water, and fire


Sculptors working the clay, carving angels
Artists are working hard to create something beautiful and divine


and gargoyles and columns
Along with angels, creating less beautiful but still significant gargoyles and columns


As pixies dance to appease the leaves
Pixies, or magical creatures, dance to help the leaves


Faces that once turned to catch the light
Faces that used to look up towards the light, now turned down towards darkness


Frown and turn desperately down towards darkness
Frowning and desperately turning towards the darkness


Float to the stiff, grey earth
Floating down to the hard and lifeless earth that is grey in color




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"Birds Elope With The Sun"

A velvet quietus furtively draped over ears
Quartz underfoot and crystalline opal tears
Welcoming webs of gasping despair
Nival anaphora textures the air
Anamnesis waltzes through...
The windows, shut tight, and the fires are fueled...
Reminding naïveté of its magnitude's inferiority.

Skyward stretching arms become thin and weak.
Bony fingers comb the clouds then curl into fists, admitting defeat.
Blood concedes to gravity's pull, leaving hollow skeletons all erect, perforating the skyline -- an impenetrable cage... like skin drawn tight, and canvas cracked with age.

Escapist flights and lengthy nights as some succumb and slumber awakes...
Faces count minutes ‘til noon -- solar ghosts come kiss the moon goodnight -- grey memories for now.
A thousand families, down, will fall.
Nival tears bury them all !
Like absconding tides, birds elope with the sun.

A barren desert soaked in bleach
A sickly pallor and opal touch
Hallucinating, shattered glass falls as the atmosphere cracked and we are invaded by emptiness black.

The brain keeps the body company.
The continent is a new born, trying to breathe.
Accepting his fate and falling asleep, the child is a woman, resting in peace.

Accepting the sleep as a blackness forcing its way in and pushing air out through heavy lungs...
And heavy are the clouds that reach so deep and smother the land in a heavy shroud.
Eyes press closed and words are now visible.

The sky is an eggshell waiting to hatch.
The ground is the air, the wind, the trees, the Earth, the water, the fire...
Sculptors working the clay, carving angels and gargoyles, and columns as pixies dance to appease the leaves.
Faces that once turned to catch the light, frown and turn desperately down towards darkness.
Float to the stiff, grey Earth.

Faces count minutes ‘til noon -- solar ghosts come kiss the moon goodnight -- grey memories for now.
A thousand families, down, will fall.
Nival tears bury them all !
Like absconding tides, birds elope with the sun.



All comments from YouTube:

Ultimare

It is the end of 2018 and I need more of this from Alyssa White-Gluz. Arch Enemy just doesn't have this metal growl-switch poetry that speaks to me.

Zebulon Swearingen

This whole album is a fun, raucous metal masterpiece. This band is incredible. Alissa has so much talent which is showcased in The Agonist. This was a heavy, fast, really hard, really cutting-sounding wicked-great era in metal -/ and this was some of the best stuff From that era — And it stands the test of time as well. I also really enjoy the chaotic clean/distorted vocal switching and the constant changing of time-signatures and guitar/bass sounds!

Jerry Keck

Totally agree 😈🤘

Charles Pockert

@PockingPread Aye, Arch Enemy need Chris + Angela and The Agonist need Alyssa - this album is so good.

PockingPread

yeah, it feels like both, The Agonist and Arch Enemy aren't really the best anymore :s

onejordangerous

Is it just me, or is every single person in this band technically, creatively, and passionately skilled beyond most normal people?

Kontemplative Einsamkeit

I can't get enough of her! Undescribable beauty meets growling and screaming... I've never seen anything near as hot as this! And her singing voice is sooo epic along to the thrilling sound of the rest of the band!

Diana Bárcenas

Una de las mejores canciones de The Agonist 💖💖
Extraño esa época 💔

Deterior666

This is their best song imo :) the talent of all the members is best displayed in this track, i love it.

Nyluka

This song is so underrated! The moment at 03:47 gives me chill on my spine everytime.

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