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Nemesis

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Contemporary Folk

Nemesis was released on December 1, 2017 by Nettwerk Music Group as a part of the album A Dollop of Hp

Song Details

AlbumA Dollop of Hp

Release DateDecember 1, 2017

LabelNettwerk Music Group

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM129

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

I Monster

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jarrod Nicholas Gosling

Jarrod Nicholas Gosling

Composer

DEAN THOMAS HONER

DEAN THOMAS HONER

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

I Monster

Producer

Lyrics

Thro’ the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber

Past the wan-moon’d abysses of night

I have liv’d o’er my lives without number

I have sounded all things with my sight;

And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright

I have whirl’d with the earth at the dawning

When the sky was a vaporous flame;

I have seen the dark universe yawning

Where the black planets roll without aim;

Where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge or lustre or name

I had drifted o’er seas without ending

Under sinister grey-clouded skies

That the many-fork’d lightning is rending

That resound with hysterical cries;

With the moans of invisible daemons that out of the green waters rise

I have plung’d like a deer thro’ the arches

Of the hoary primoridal grove

Where the oaks feel the presence that marches

And stalks on where no spirit dares rove;

And I flee from a thing that surrounds me, and leers thro’ dead branches above

I have stumbled by cave-ridden mountains

That rise barren and bleak from the plain

I have drunk of the fog-foetid fountains

That ooze down to the marsh and the main;

And in hot cursed tarns I have seen things I care not to gaze on again

I have scann’d the vast ivy-clad palace

I have trod its untenanted hall

Where the moon writhing up from the valleys

Shews the tapestried things on the wall;

Strange figures discordantly woven, which I cannot endure to recall

I have peer’d from the casement in wonder

At the mouldering meadows around

At the many-roof’d village laid under

The curse of a grave-girdled ground;

And from rows of white urn-carven marble

I listen intently for sound

I have haunted the tombs of the ages

I have flown on the pinions of fear

Where the smoke-belching Erebus rages

Where the jokulls loom snow-clad and drear:

And in realms where the sun of the desert

Consumes what it never can cheer

I was old when the Pharaohs first mounted

The jewel-deck’d throne by the Nile;

I was old in those epochs uncounted

When I, and I only, was vile;

And Man, yet untainted and happy

Dwelt in bliss on the far Arctic isle

Written by: DEAN THOMAS HONER, Jarrod Nicholas Gosling

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