Let's work out "One Day You Will Understand Why"!

[vaelvictus]

So I had some free time on my hands today and I thought, hey, let's give some thanks back to cleric for the lyrics to Forms on the Other Side of Silence. So I begun to write what I got from One Day You Wiill Understand Why. Now I'm not particularly as good as cleric is, or at least, this song is very hard, but this is what I have. The ... mean I have no idea wtf he is saying, and the words in () are just what I think he might be saying.

Many times I have been asked, "what is the axis?"
They ask me, too blinded to realize that they see it everywhere.
Our world is becoming diseased and corrupted.
Filth - adorned as compulsively, without choice to subvert our world
to the image of our increasingly debased flesh.
Because our collective conciousness knows the truth:
you want it, you crave it. This is a new order of beauty.
Why else would we pollute and rape our planet if not
to ritually prepare the world for the coming darkness?

We are the architects of our own hell, and we do our work with relish and ..., willingly, eager. We grovel, unseeing, towards a repulsive yet horribly attractive alto choir of rust, helplessly begging it to come to our dying existence, our perception in turn models our requirement, ... . Filth, adorned through our fear and self-loathing until the nearest molecule rise to be accumulated, wreaking of despair, and guilt.

Humanity's hideous grossness fell through, ... conscience. Get the new reality and cries in agony for there is something awake in our burnished flesh. For the dark. Nightmares immerse themselves, quivering and mewling without mouths. Gazing, stupefied, where eyes should not. The world will become a sewer. We stumble through derelict cooridors and labyrinths of crusted flesh where wheelchairs circle endlessly in the shadows, to a choir of murmorous and tortured cries speaking only of pain and condemnation, misery, and wretched hunger. Hospital trollies drip with glistening cloth in the hallway of crawling filth, lying silent and bloated.


Crossing through the boundaries of our world into the encroaching horror of the transition that we know, we know that the end will come. This is it - you know this. I now have called a clinical cacoon of abnormality, and yearn towards the warmth of rot. ... . Even as we gag, the air reaks with the unpleasant sweetness of dated decay as we stagger through the maze of perdition toward its pneumatical centre. Straight-jacketed things writhe in their owns nightmares, thus gradually becoming human. Even as we claw down the abyss, to raise that (fog). As they become us we become them - a union of suffering. All convulsive dark in the end. The hell we have created for ourselves ... . You had a choice, you made it, and now your fate unfolds before you.

Welcome. What is the axis?

We are.

Axis, you are always welcome to help us with a small part if we've (I've) butchered a piece and does your work a disgrace. This my favorite song you guys have so. <3

[Mike]

I'm looking at the real lyrics right now, but they're a secret. Mwahahaha.

That's quite a good effort though. Accurate enough in places to pinpoint some key phrases but different enough to be interesting for us to read back...

Okay, I'll give you one titbit. Where you've written (Filtered?), what you hear is "Filth-adorned".

[Darkcrawl]

I got 'filth-adorned'. Will see if I can suggest any more....

Suggestions:
'Stupified' sounds correct to me.
We stumble through derelict corridors- not 'tarred'....labyrinths of CRUSTED flesh
'hospital trollies drip with ....cloth in the hallway of crawling filth'
'We stagger through the maze of perdition towards the ... centre'
Straight jacketed things ends with 'thus gradually becoming human'
I'm undecided between 'deepest' or 'Even as we claw down the abyss'

Those are my only suggestions, you got more than I did!

[vaelvictus]

Hey, glad I got some positive replies! Thanks a lot, myk, for the help with filth adorned. I was totally lost on that one.

I added dark's suggestions and changed ritually "repair" to "prepare". I'm trying over and over again but I just can't get more from the ...'s. I think it's because we all have different brainwaves and all that, so perhaps my brainwaves aren't as dark and morbid as some... or my ears are just tuned up differently.

July 26th update: "they have (freaks?) in" now is "the air reaks with"

August 17th: "toward ... centre." is now "toward its pneumatical centre."

August 28th: "... cloth" is now "glistening cloth".

[lestatv3]

Very good work!
I'd love to help, but I have to buy some new headphones. :/

Good Luck, and someday, maybe, ill try to help. ^_^

[necrotising]

Many times I have been asked, "what is the axis?"
They ask me, too blinded to realize that they see it everywhere.
Our world is becoming diseased and corrupted.
Filth - adorned as compulsively, our choice to subvert our world
to the image of our increasingly debased flesh.
Because our collective conciousness knows the truth:
you want it, you crave it. This is a new order of beauty.
Why else would we pollute and rape our planet if not
to ritually prepare the world for the coming darkness?

We are the architects of our own hell, and we do our work with relish and ..., languid, eager. (problem) unseen towards a prison made of horrible trap of altered wire (across ...) (health) is beginning to contour our desired existence. Our perception, in turn, warrants a requirement, ... . Filtered through our fear and self-loathing until the nearest molecule rise to be accumulated to despair, and guilt.

Humanity's hideous ... con- con- conscience (most of the missing words seem to have this effect on them). Get the new reality and cries in agony for there is something awake in our burnished flesh. For the dark. Nightmares have birthed themselves, quivering in anguish without mouths. Gazing, stupified, where eyes should not. The world will become a sewer. We stumble through derelict cooridors and labyrinths of crusted flesh where wheelchairs serve ... in the shadows. To acquire a purpose. Tortured crimes being only pain and condemnation, misery, wretched monger, hospital trollies drip with glistening cloth in the hallway of crawling filth. (my sanity).


Crossing through the boundaries of our world into the encroached horror of the transition. We know. We know that the other will come. This is it - you know this. (time now) has called a clinical cacoon of abnormality, and yearn towards the warmth of rot. And willing- willingly. Even as we gag, the air reaks with the unpleasant sweetness of dated decay as we stagger through the maze of perdition toward its pneumatical centre. Straight-jacketed things writhing in their own way thus gradually becoming human. Even as we claw down the abyss, to raise that (fog). As they become us we become them - a union of suffering. All convulsive dark in the end. The hell we have created for ourselves ... . You had a choice, you made it, and now fade in frozen ....

Welcome. What is the axis?

We are.


EDIT: Decided to copy the whole original text.

I'll try to work on it some more later today.

[Tyranor]

Good work guys! Would be great to solves this riddle someday. Me have to look deeper in to it as well...
This text clearly represents the very essence of what The Axis is all about I think. I find it a bit strange why guys do not use it as official manifest. It fits like nothing else really.

[vaelvictus]

Wow, awesome job, necrotising! I really liked "there is something awake in our burnished " and "unpleasant sweetness". You've got some good ears.

I just didn't put in the con-conscious and willingly stuff, because I don't want to get anyone off track when they read it. (to decipher)

[phrozenspite]

Many times I have been asked, "what is the axis?"
They ask me, too blinded to realize that they see it everywhere.
Our world is becoming diseased and corrupted.
Filth - adorned as compulsively, our choice to subvert our world
to the image of our increasingly debased flesh.
Because our collective conciousness knows the truth:
you want it, you crave it. This is a new order of beauty.
Why else would we pollute and rape our planet if not
to ritually prepare the world for the coming darkness?

We are the architects of our own hell, and we do our work with relish and ..., languid, eager. (problem) unseen towards a prison made of horrible trap of altered wire (across ...) (health) is beginning to contour our desired existence. Our perception, in turn, warrants a requirement, Built or filtered through our fear and self-loathing until the nearest molecule rise to be accumulated to despair, and guilt.

Humanity's hideous ... con- con- conscience (most of the missing words seem to have this effect on them). Get the new reality and cries in agony for there is something awake in our burnished flesh. For the dark. Nightmares have birthed themselves, quivering in anguish without mouths. Gazing, stupified, where eyes should not. The world will become a sewer. We stumble through derelict cooridors and labyrinths of crusted flesh where wheelchairs circle endlessly in the shadows. To acquire a purpose. Tortured crimes being only pain and condemnation, misery, wretched monger, hospital trollies drip with glistening cloth in the hallway of crawling filth. (my sanity).


Crossing through the boundaries of our world into the encroached horror of the transition. We know. We know that the other will come. This is it - you know this. (time now) has called a clinical cacoon of abnormality, and yearn towards the warmth of rot. And willing- willingly. Even as we gag, the air reaks with the unpleasant sweetness of dated decay as we stagger through the maze of perdition toward its pneumatical centre. Straight-jacketed things writhing in their own way thus gradually becoming human. Even as we claw down the abyss, to raise that (fog). As they become us we become them - a union of suffering. All convulsive dark in the end. The hell we have created for ourselves ... . You had a choice, you made it, and now fade in frozen form

Welcome. What is the axis?

just a couple tiny things i changed from what I heard

We are.

[vaelvictus]

I don't see much of what you changed, phrozen, but I don't think at the end it's "frozen form", it sounds phonetically like "frozen froit".

Anyway, I put it through some filters in Cubase, and...

"(health) is beginning to contour" is "helplessly begging it to contour".

And "the other will come" is most certainly "the end will come".

Any help from Axis? ^^ I'd love to know the frozen form one, I don't think I'll ever get it.

[phrozenspite]

yeah i only changed a handful of small pieces

[Tyranor]

Oct 7, 2008 5:34:35 GMT vaelvictus said:

Anyway, I put it through some filters in Cubase, and...

Wouldn't you mind to tell more exactly which filters you did use?
There some programs that allow to "cut out" vocals (like Karaoke Anything) but I haven't seen any able to "cut out" the music and leave only the vocals. I also wonder which plug-ins might help on this matter...

[The Moderator]

"Contour" = Contort.

It's not "The other will come" or "The end will come"; I'll give you a clue, it's very close to the final line of "Heaving Salvation In The Paradise Of Rust".

You had a choice, you made it, and now your fate unfolds before you...

That's enough titbits for now.

[necrotising]

Thanks!

So, it has something to do with 'home'.

[vaelvictus]

Ahh, I see it. Thanks a lot, Axis!

Also: the filters I used were things that would focus more on the strings. Okay, that makes no sense. I put it in some "symphonic" filter and it cleared up the voice a bit, but really it wasn't too big a difference. I'd open cubase but it's on my other PC. ;o;