Prometheus
Thou Lyrics


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The exhortations of traditionalism ring hollow: the echoing footsteps of cross-bearing martyrs, the rejection of free will, the inability to meet the challenge of critical thought and individualism. Heads bowed and eyes closed to the joys of today. Three things only do slaves require: work, food, and their religion. Those callous-kneed ringer-kissers. The eyes of providence are blinded to the suffering that surrounds. True compassion is drowned by the baying and shuffle of the flock, bleating through a self-constructed hell. The fire in your heart is out. That once blazing light wreathed in the gloom of depravity, that unwavering standard to rally behind, that intellectual harvest--it's now barren and wasted, strangled by weeds of complacency, frozen and bloodless in passion's tomb. I must escape sentimentality; clear away these dusty, maudlin affections; turn my back on the corpse of the past; learn to accept the death of ideals. Everything has changed. Nothing has changed.




Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Thou's "Prometheus" denounce the traditionalist mindset that holds people in chains. The allusions to martyrs and religious devotion evokes a sense of submission, where people are content with what little they are given--work, food, and their religion. This mindset is depicted as one of complacency, where people are blind to the suffering and injustices around them, and are unwilling or unable to challenge their own beliefs or the status quo. The central figure, Prometheus, is associated with fire and the intellectual fire to question and challenge, but the fire is out, and the standard is barren and wasted by complacency.


The singer is calling for a rejection of sentimentality and the past in order to accept the death of ideals to bring about real change. This acceptance requires a recognition that everything has changed while nothing has changed, as long as people remain in chains of their own making. The song advocates for a radical openness to novelty, freedom, and self-determination, and a rejection of dogmas that have lost their power to inspire real change. Overall, "Prometheus" challenges the listener to embrace their own intellectual fire and reject complacency and submission to tradition.


Line by Line Meaning

The exhortations of traditionalism ring hollow: the echoing footsteps of cross-bearing martyrs, the rejection of free will, the inability to meet the challenge of critical thought and individualism.
The pleas for traditional values have no substance, drowned out by the reverberating footsteps of those who died for their faith, the refusal to accept free choice, and the incapacity to handle analytical thinking and personal freedom.


Heads bowed and eyes closed to the joys of today. Three things only do slaves require: work, food, and their religion.
People ignore present happiness and focus only on what they see as necessities – labor, sustenance, and faith – as if slaves rather than free individuals.


Those callous-kneed ringer-kissers.
People who kneel and kiss church bells are insensitive.


The eyes of providence are blinded to the suffering that surrounds.
God's supposed omniscience does not appear to be addressing the hardship all around us.


True compassion is drowned by the baying and shuffle of the flock, bleating through a self-constructed hell.
Authentic sympathy gets overwhelmed and lost in the cacophony of unthinking masses, creating their own misery.


The fire in your heart is out.
Your passion has died.


That once blazing light wreathed in the gloom of depravity, that unwavering standard to rally behind, that intellectual harvest--it's now barren and wasted, strangled by weeds of complacency, frozen and bloodless in passion's tomb.
The once-powerful beacon of hope in a corrupt world, the fixed point of reference, the intellectual achievement – all now lie barren and ruined, suffocated by apathy, frozen and lifeless in death's embrace.


I must escape sentimentality; clear away these dusty, maudlin affections; turn my back on the corpse of the past; learn to accept the death of ideals.
I must reject romantic idealism, reject sentimental feelings, forget the past's failure, and embrace nihilism.


Everything has changed. Nothing has changed.
Although everything may seem different, the fundamental circumstances remain the same.




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