In The Arcane Clasp Of Unwritten Hours
tyranny Lyrics


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Like a bliss of malaise this tainted air compels me
The unwrit hours pass again unheeded

Stillness, like a cold vengeance, no life shifts...
Grey ghost painted to the halls of ennui
Falling dust weaves bleary torpid scenes through a bleak day
In this drifting miasma sore eyes staring through the weary schemes of death
Strain of a stranger will bound me from within
Grip devoid of strength and the weight of dying stone

Forlorn, torn wisps of malady seethe... and entrance me
This picturesque scene fragile or so it seems, still unchanging beyond endurance.

Vagrant shadows tire of motion and abandon the empty halls harvesting the decay of the centuries past

Arcana of darkest kind this bleary sentiment unceasing like lying awake without will dreaming without dawn.





And the strength slowly drains, lay still and cease in the strenuous grasp of sloth

Overall Meaning

The song "In The Arcane Clasp Of Unwritten Hours" by Tyranny is a melancholic and poetic description of a state of mind that is drowned in despair and lethargy. The lyrics depict a scene of drifting aimlessly through a life that has lost all significance and meaning, with a sense of isolation and detachment. The tainted air and falling dust create a bleak atmosphere, while the stillness feels like a cold vengeance. The singer is bound by a stranger's will and gripped by a sense of heaviness, as if they were dying stone.


The song speaks to the human experience of feeling trapped in a moment or state of being that seems never-ending, and being unable to summon the energy to change it. The "arcana of darkest kind" refers to the negative emotions and thoughts that keep the singer in this state of despair, unable to break free.


Overall, the lyrics of "In The Arcane Clasp Of Unwritten Hours" are a beautifully written reflection on a state of being that many people can relate to. It captures the feeling of being trapped in a cycle of negative emotions and thoughts, and the struggle to find the strength to break free.


Line by Line Meaning

Like a bliss of malaise this tainted air compels me
I feel compelled to stay in this place, even though it fills me with a sense of unease and discomfort.


The unwrit hours pass again unheeded
I am so entrenched in my thoughts and feelings that I am not aware of the passage of time.


Stillness, like a cold vengeance, no life shifts...
Everything around me is static and unchanging, as if it is punishing me for my own stagnation.


Grey ghost painted to the halls of ennui
The dreary, lifeless atmosphere of this place has imbued everything with a sense of gloom and despair.


Falling dust weaves bleary torpid scenes through a bleak day
The decay and neglect of this place are so profound that they seem to be creating their own oppressive reality.


In this drifting miasma sore eyes staring through the weary schemes of death
Despite the overwhelming negativity and decay of this place, I cannot escape the feeling that its grip on me is inescapable and final.


Strain of a stranger will bound me from within
Even though I am alone and there is no one else around me, I feel as though I am being controlled by some outside force.


Grip devoid of strength and the weight of dying stone
The forces that are controlling me are so powerful and overwhelming that I am powerless to resist them.


Forlorn, torn wisps of malady seethe... and entrance me
Despite my best efforts to resist, I am gradually being consumed by the pervasive despair and negativity of this place.


This picturesque scene fragile or so it seems, still unchanging beyond endurance.
Even though the environment around me appears to be static, it is imbued with a power that is beyond my ability to withstand.


Vagrant shadows tire of motion and abandon the empty halls harvesting the decay of the centuries past
The decrepit and abandoned nature of this place has driven away even the ghosts and spirits that might otherwise inhabit it.


Arcana of darkest kind this bleary sentiment unceasing like lying awake without will dreaming without dawn.
The oppressive and negative energy of this place is so intense that it feels like a never-ending nightmare from which I cannot awaken.


And the strength slowly drains, lay still and cease in the strenuous grasp of sloth
As the negativity of this place continues to consume me, I am losing my ability to fight back and becoming more and more lethargic.




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