While walking in a dark forest in southern Germany on March 15th, I was caught in a sudden cold and violent storm a mile from home. As I trudged through the trees, my boots sinking into the soggy soil, I heard the faint cries of spirits and the mournful lamentations of ghosts swirling through the trees. The cold wind carried their complaints about a dark and violent past through the forest, still echoing sadness about the state of the world. As I scraped mud from my boots and wrung out the rain from my soaked hair, I bid farewell to the ghosts of the forest’s dark past, leaving them outdoors to their eternal lament.

The lyrics are a mixture of English and archaic Goth (somewhat reminiscent of Latin), which seemed appropriate after getting caught in a violent storm in a dark, ancient forest in southern Germany. The chorus is archaic Goth, and the bridge and outro are the translation of the chorus. The pre-outro, or second bridge, is the translation of the Goth used in the third verse.

Pre-dawn

Sunrise

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Thoughts Turned Cold
Timothy Price

[Verse 1]
Thoughts turned cold, face stung by frozen rain
Plagent wind lamented years of weltschmerz
Checked the date, indeed, the Ides of March march on

[Verse 2]
Archaic thoughts fall into foggy bottoms
Like dark matter filling ancient voids
Persistent question placed on repeat
Oh my god, what have they done?
What have they done?

[Pre-Chorus]
As steps sank into soggy soil, sad spirits sang

[Chorus – Archaic Goth]
Weltschmerz ululant repline mit plangor keen
Susurrate atrabilious lacrimonias pang
Misosophy atramentous luctiferous ainamma jah allaim

[Bridge -Translation of the chorus]
A melancholic sadness about the state of the world
Let out a loud cry to feel a sorrowful discontent
With a loud lemanting wail for the dead
Whispers meloncholic full of tears reget
Hatred of wisdom black as ink bringing sorrow to one and all

[Verse 3]
Scraped spirits off my boots, ploration in querimonious woe
Wrung Nixie from my hair, Kelpie slid to Undine slabs dispersing under foot
Shut the door leaving gasts outdoors, tenebrific exanclate

[Pre-Chorus]
Steps sank into soggy soil, sad spirits sang

[Chorus]
Weltschmerz ululant repline mit plangor keen
Susurrate atrabilious lacrimosa pang
Misosophy atramentous luctiferous ainamma jah allaim

[Pre-Outro – Translation of verse 3]
Loud weeping with complaints of great sorrow
Water spirits shape-shift to elemental ghosts
Making darkness, struggling through suffering

[Outro]
A melancholic sadness about the state of the world
Let out a loud cry to feel sorrowful discontent
With a loud lemanting wail for the dead
Whispers meloncholic full of tears reget
Hatred of wisdom black as ink bringing sorrow to one and all