Consolamentum
Thinking Plague Lyrics


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Place your hands on this body,
that it be ready when morning brings
the end of days.

Consolamentum the world cannot touch me
now.

This flesh is not a temple,
rather a prison cell.
Now, we cast it off.

Consolamentum I hear the hammers bang
...morning comes





Consolamentum the fires light the way.

Overall Meaning

Interpreting the lyrics of Thinking Plague's song Consolamentum requires one to delve into the spiritual references present in the words. Firstly, the mention of "Consolamentum" refers to a sacrament in the medieval Catholic Church. It was a ritual that bestowed salvation on those who partook in it, often at their deathbed. The first two lines, "Place your hands on this body, that it be ready when morning brings the end of days" suggest a preparation for death, as one may receive a last rites sacrament.


However, the song's theme moves beyond conventional religious notions of death, highlighted by the line, "The world cannot touch me now." The singer of the song, through the cathartic sacrament experience, has achieved a higher state of being and is now unreachable by the concerns of this world.


The next stanza "This flesh is not a temple, rather a prison cell. Now, we cast it off" depicts the human body as a temporary vessel for the soul, which is freed upon death. By casting off the body, the song suggests that one may attain transcendence beyond the physical realm.


The final lines, "I hear the hammers bang...morning comes, the fires light the way," suggest the ritual process of "Consolamentum," which ends with the end of one's mortal life, as symbolized by the fires that light the path to the afterlife.


Line by Line Meaning

Place your hands on this body, that it be ready when morning brings the end of days.
Prepare this body for the inevitable end of the world.


Consolamentum the world cannot touch me now.
Finding comfort in the fact that the world no longer has any power over the individual.


This flesh is not a temple, rather a prison cell. Now, we cast it off.
Rejecting the idea that the body is divine, and instead, embracing the idea of leaving the physical body behind.


Consolamentum I hear the hammers bang...morning comes.
The acceptance that death is near, hearing the sounds of the world continuing on even as one comes to an end.


Consolamentum the fires light the way.
Using the imagery of fire to represent a guiding light towards the afterlife or new life.




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