These Forlorn Hours (A Tragedy)
Hard, menacing doom metal.
Gothic, Doom, Industrial, Romantic, Metal
Story behind the song
This one is about two lovers who have reached the end of their romance and have begun to resent each other, but despite this they're still sexually attracted.
Lyrics
Verse
Cold is the wind coming through the halls,
And dark is the air all around us.
In our hearts we are chained ,
And in our minds we are set free.
Verse
Long are the nights and short are the days,
Living through this winter.
My body shakes with consternation,
As your lips become one with mine.
Chorus
This life is a Tragedy -
A play never to be seen.
This love is a Tragedy -
That will never end.
Spoken
“What of the dear administress then may
I utter, though I spoke her own carved perfect way?
What of her daily gracious converse known,
Whose heavenly despotism must needs dethrone
And subjugate all sweetness but its own?
Deep in my heart subsides the infrequent word,
And there dies slowly throbbing like a wounded bird.
What of her silence, that outsweetens speech?
What of her thoughts, high marks for mine own thoughts to reach?”
(From ‘Her Portrait’ by Francis Thompson)
Verse
We are as still life, in this decay,
Like statues in a static ballet.
Our aching flesh shall still entwine,
Though you are no longer mine.
Chorus
