Morbid

by Northrose

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A story of madness, misery, and midnight wandering.

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released September 10, 2016

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Northrose California

Northrose strives to design a somber fantasy through its music, working to immerse the listener in far more than a mere song.

Formed in California by the end of 2012, Northrose has remained the solo project of multi-instrumentalist, Euphantius.
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Track Name: A Hollow Grave Awaits My Coming...
In gray night,
Outside,

Under dark eyes in the woods:
The owls, the crows

Light from my lamp
Is not enough...

Walking in darkness,
In silence, I am.

Watch the leaves
in the cold breeze

Forsake their dead branches
To end, release.

Tonight, I have a-shovel:
To dig, to die.

For this night I wander,
Will be just right...

-

The sun is down,
And I am here.
My fabled end:
A hollow grave

The sun is down,
And I grow tired.
At last, I'll dig
My place to rest.

-

A hollow grave becomes
The end of me.

No thought, no remembrance;
Nothing left for me.

I will slumber
Within the earth.

No light, no sound
Will find me now...
-
Track Name: Morbid
In the cold dark,
Ah, the shivering wisps,
Freezing under the moon,
Engulfed by the mist.

In the ancient woods,
What are they, that float?
Demons, illusions,
Or souls, morbid, alone?

-

Where?
Where do they go?

Where?
Where do they go?

No one!
No one will take them!
No one!
No one will take them!
No one!
No one will take them!
No one!

-

In the cold dark,
Ah, the shivering wisps,
Freezing under the moon,
Engulfed by the mist.

In far worlds away,
Why is it they weep?
Magic, folklore,
Or pained, morbid dreams?

-

Where?
Where do they go?

Where?
Where do they go?

-

Ah!

No one! (repeated)
Track Name: In Isolation I Reap the Ache of My Heart
(spoken)
Oh damp prison, here it all dies
I recall much torment from past nights
What have I told myself?
...
Your words hang in the air
Where here may be

-

Lost, counting days
Left to breathe
A hundred million lies
I did not foresee

A confined cell
Where love lasts red
Is where I find myself
Alone, hung by a thread

Lacking deprived highs
From old pills
Dreaming of naught but
Being stilled

It’s hard to remember
Former moments
All but a promise to
Keep the present

-

Hair falling out in desperation, anguish
Numb bloodshot eyes dark in their sockets
Dried tears of past encounters here still glisten
A knife by my foot but that’s no option

-

(spoken)
And yet, I still kick
Why does this instinct persist?
The human self is foolish, indeed
May I never turn back, oh old humanity

My old humanity
Is gone...

-

Smashed broken fists on a
Door so cold
Red streaks glisten
Upon my hold

Restricted suicide is
What I recall
"Stay alive!" was the cry
Now, left here scrawled

Sitting, or dangling:
Closure is prolonged
May I choke at last long last?
I don't belong!

-

Hair falling out in desperation, anguish
Numb bloodshot eyes dark in their sockets
Brain-dead, sedated, stability thinning
Shotgun on the wall but that is no option

-

In isolation
Exist no peaceful dreams
Time ticks no more
In this place so bleak

In isolation
I find myself to be
You said "live"
So I curl up and agree...

-
Track Name: In a State Beyond the Veil of Mortal Existence
In dark mists, a carcass lays black
Ruined, forgotten, never to come back
Here, a specter, shrouded in old rage
Arises from memory, from its fleshen cage

-

In a state beyond the veil of mortal existence
The earthen sight is lost, fading
..into an unworldly void...

Void speaks of times, free in this dimension
With twilight lasting; a shade to not be seen

Void speaks of times, free in this dimension
With closure lasting; a tragedy set free

-

In a state beyond the veil of mortal existence
The earthen sight is now no more

-

This hereafter, of post mortem shade
Is bliss, alone, not as life portrayed
In lying far beyond, remorse turns to prose
And the senses nostalgic, now no longer woe

-

This void grows dark
Man fears of going too far

This void is mine
Man fears it's not right

-

Void speaks of times

Man speaks of times

-

A corpse can dream!

-

Man speaks of times, free from this dimension
Where beauty is found; in sorrow, anger, glee


Man speaks of times, free from this dimension
Where one feels, dreams, believes, where one feels, dreams, believes

-

In a state beyond the veil of mortal existence
The earthen sight has been forgotten

-

Immortal, the spirit is not free
And the veil still holds, the veil barely seen
Do I cross and leave this place, the ethereal floating hall?
To find my ancient corpse, and heed its lonely call?

-

Man speaks of times, free from this dimension
Where beauty is found; in sorrow, anger, glee


Man speaks of times, free from this dimension
Where one feels, dreams, believes, where one feels, dreams, believes

(Repeated)

-

Void speaks of times...

Man speaks of times...

(repeated)
Track Name: ...And By Dawn We Will Have Seen What Becomes of Peace
A hollow grave -- undisturbed
Beyond salvation

Peace is a lie, I had come to find
The sun will see me -- one last time -- for the end is nigh

--


This here hovel -- of dirt -- is a tomb
Shared with worms, greeted by maggots,
Squirming faces, slowly feeding on me

The creatures of night, solemn critters and fiends, know something is not right
They lurk, they question the darkness
They scurry away from fear of it all

Yes it has begun, the last slumber
This earthen filth covers me, head to toe,
And smothers the light of the stars

I was of flesh, I was of bone -- a vessel of ancient blood
A meter deep, unceremoniously,
I am void, for good

For good...

--


Death is sweeping in
From far beyond

Slowly breaking
This soul's fragile veil

Death is settling
Upon this copse

Finally reaping
An essence of old


--

The dawn is coming
The dawn is coming
The dawn is coming
The dawn is here

--

...And I am complete...

--

What have we left,
As daylight dawns?
Take a stroll with me
Let's have a look around

The horizon's orange glow bathes
The dead woods in light
A soft breeze is blowing
As if concealing some blight

As we plunge deeper, fauna hurry away
Watching darkly from afar
All the while, flora droops somberly
Should we be alarmed?

Now approaches the center of these woods
An aura hangs bleak overhead
A story will be found in this very earth
What have we left?

--

Here, under heaps of grime and guilt
Lies something more than dead, something unfulfilled
I see a wilted figure, foul and gone
But no spirit to be seen; has it been killed, too?

No! Now I see -- this has to be said:
This body was destined to be left for dead
For the spirit was depraved, in need of new life,
And now it has found it, elsewhere, in the end

Oh this, I know
Those old, old throes
Are now no more

It was a soul, letting go
Of these woods of woe
Now finally home

Peace! At last!