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lyrics
Rewarded for unmeritous acts -
Yet a just universe this be.
Unto the wild, I made tracks,
On mine stony heart I fell asleep.
Surrounded by those twelve sights,
Which are of man, twelve archetypes.
From the ground I do arise,
And behold the pathway to nought, by light.
Single steps leading from that which is not,
Unto that which is manifest physically.
Five worlds of groupings metaphysically,
Five aggregates within each, with the 'whole' at each top,
Five are the attributes of each aggregate,
Being themselves each a whole one,
Starting from that nought which begun,
And descending one hundred and twenty five steps to manifest.
Here are Adam Kadmon, nought and Atziluth, the archetypes;
Beriah, systems of elements; Yetzirah, formations,
Assiah, manifest world - physicality - what we perceive,
As the entire universe, infinite, All-being.
Here are Keter, the whole of any one which is existent;
Binah, that manifest form which is defined within its bounds;
Chokhmah, that which is without itself; Zeir Anpin, connections;
Malkuth, the manifest, 'physical', entire wholeness which be.
Rewarded for unmeritous acts -
Yet a just universe this be.
Unto the wild, I made tracks,
On mine stony heart I fell asleep.
Surrounded by those twelve sights,
Which are of man, twelve archetypes.
From the ground I do arise,
And behold the pathway to nought, by light.
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NONE a opéré un virage dans Where Life Should Be et ça se confirme davantage dans Damp Chill of Life. Le temps des métaphores est révolu : l'humidité froide, c'est celle des larmes qui coulent sur le visage à cause de la dépression. Tout pleure dans cet album : les guitares typées DSBM grésillent, les solos ("The Damp Chill of Life", "It's Painless To Let Go") sont liquides et coulent, les voix prennent à la gorge ; même le piano, étranglé par les sanglots ("Cease"), est aphone. Insoutenable... Jordan Vauvert