The character Hollow gets their musical portrait in this song, a true story about a woman in modern time who chooses assisted death. In conversation with their near and dear, she’s forced to express her suffering from tinnitus, which prowls her mind. In these conversations it is laid bare that her day to day is far from that, but rather a ruthless eternity of burning moments: haze rift, eye-rend, holed brain, bone curl, ear sore. Unique words and imagery is needed to justify this action to her close ones, who through these descriptions comes to terms with losing the dearest they have. At the end of these conversations, the parties ultimately recognize that the only way to finally get rest, is also to rest eternally. The woman's glow sank from deep argent, then to silent blue, and finally to an abrasive white.
lyrics
Lyrics:
There is the tint of yellow to your focus hiding away
Do not mistake my reading, I've seen this a thousand times before
Dead on one's feet, and still drone on repeat, bygone intermit
What a boneless reflection, honed imperfection to shine upon your passage
Argentate, charcoalesque
is the echo of your burn
“She reached higher and higher
wince, constrict, shivered daylight
She dared not admire
the brooding shred of blight”
Do not shatter
This shame is a frame you can drain
You'd stay neck bent
Gazing at
Death clutching your forehead, blood glued to your doorway, curled to the floor
Sweat frozen on collar, drape covered in fire, indefinite hue
You won’t know either lies nor will you compromise anymore
What a relief, to toss all you believe, to cross any who lives to mourn, there is a price to pay
Higher and higher, tiresome mire
Stretched out through a rugged conch shell
Wider and wider, brighter and brighter
This caustic compiler dressed me down in solitude
Would that my tint of yellow could unharm me, clear of disdain
Ill heard from my polychrome, read between lines a hopeful conceit
I am dead on my feet, encased in my defeat and surely you’ll see
How my tinnitus, cold limitless hours, anchors on my eardrums; casts away my life
Abrasive, with an off-white shine
Calls the end of my turn
credits
from Death Poems,
track released November 2, 2023
Artwork:
Lasse Almqvist Scherven & Liv Irene Almqvist Scherven
The Oslo based group Messier 16 was founded in 2017 by Jonas. The band now consists of the following quintet: Jonas Ulrik
Eide on guitars, Sondre M. Svalastog on vocals, Laszlo Juhos on drums, Aleksander Ilievski on guitars and Nicoló Cavallaro on bass....more
supported by 24 fans who also own “Death Poem II: Hollow's Death Drive”
Really tasty Techish Death Metal. They have definitely cultivated a badass style that they are damn good at. They picked up a new bassist which may have worried some. After a decent listen all concerns will be shattered and decimated by that FILTHY FRETLESS BASS. Like past albums they have retained the fretless sound that so many of us desire very deeply. Salami Dick Death