Apathy Noir - At the Edge of the World

by Viktor Jonas

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1.
Why won’t you open your eyes? The water’s rising but the wells are running dry The clock is ticking all the seconds rushing by Counting down towards extinction All the warnings we were given, have only fallen on deaf ears The signs were there, but we didn’t want to listen Always so certain, that we would all be saved Terra infirma Hollow is the ground beneath our feet We built our houses on shifting sands Laying our foundations in the ashes of the promised land We lined our pockets, and laid our plans We couldn’t stop it, not even if we wanted It’s far too late, there’s too much blood upon our hands How could we be so foolish, such arrogance and hubris To think that we would never face the consequences That we would never have to pay the price And now it’s time to pay the piper It’s time for us to reap the storm It’s time for us to answer For all the things we’ve done There’s nowhere left for us to run to, there’s nowhere left for us to hide There’s no-one we can turn to, no-one to save us from the rising tide The writing’s on the wall now, and the walls are closing in The shattered sky is falling, the world is ending once again All the warnings we were given, have only fallen on deaf ears The signs were there, but we didn’t want to listen Always so certain, that we would all be saved Terra infirma Hollow is the ground beneath our feet
2.
This is the story of our lives, a tale as old as time Passed down through generations We work our fingers to the bone This life is all we have and all we’ve ever known In the shadow of these titans, left to gather dust Stainless steel leviathans, consumed by rot and rust From dawn to dusk we spend our days Working our bodies to an early grave Sing a song of breaking, words of fire and unmaking Swing the hammer, wield the axe Ruined lives, reduced to worthless scrap This is not the life we wanted, this is not what we were promised These shattered skeletons of steel, whose broken ribs now pierce the sky Their metal skin, worn thin, by distance and by time We work our fingers to the bone This life is all we have and all we’ve known Raise your hammers higher, sing with every strike Make your way down to the water, as the dawn begins to break Life is short and death is cheap In the shadow of these giants Laid to rest upon the beach Mired in the mud, and grounded on the sand Paid for with our blood, and broken by our hands The more things change, the more they stay the same In the belly of these behemoths, we spend our days Picking the bones of forgotten gods, rusting silent in their graves Raise your hammers higher, sing with every strike Make your way down to the water, as the dawn begins to break
3.
Cold Harbour 04:50
Night falls fast, in the wilderness, and it seems to last forever Night falls hard on the loneliest, so far away from home Night falls dark, in the emptiness, with no light to guide our way That’s why we huddle together for warmth, searching for a sanctuary No safety, no shelter, for us in this cold harbour There is no rest for the wicked or the weak Unwanted guests unwelcome at the feast No port in the storm, will offer us home The line has been drawn, we are always alone Every crooked smile conceals, mischief and malice, so cold and so callous And every empty hand reveals, that there is nothing here for us Time and again they turn us away, barring their windows and locking their doors Time and again they keep us at bay, casting us out, into the dark once more No safety and no shelter, for us in this cold harbour And if we do not carry on, we will not live to see the dawn
4.
What mortal men could ever comprehend (the abstract nature of infinity unbound)? The wonder and the horror, of worlds without number (and existence without end) What mercy it must be, to be so blind we can never truly see What lies behind the curtain, what waits beyond the veil A single glance, a single glimpse, would be enough to unravel our grip A single touch, a single taste, would surely lay our minds to waste What mortal man could ever truly understand (that our reality is nothing that it seems to be)? Our insignificance, and our impermanence (a revelation that sanity cannot withstand) For knowledge is power, to cure or corrupt So let this be a warning, for all of those who seek to know too much One man’s blessing is another’s endless curse that they cannot give up This is our gift and our burden, knowledge we cannot forget And so I stared, into the abyss, and it stared back with countless eyes I felt its gaze, linger on my face, but what I saw I cannot truly describe I have no words for what I witnessed Nor can I speak of what it cost, all I have gained, all I have lost But for a single moment, my eyes were truly open, at last And I beheld before me a labyrinth of worlds Stretched out in their glory like a tapestry unfurled Careless in its beauty, endless in its bounty yet unclaimed Without mercy or compassion, boundless and untamed And only now do I truly understand We are an island in an endless sea Standing blind and naked on the shoreline of infinity Clinging blindly to these tiny scraps of light Unaware that we are all alone, in an ocean of night
5.
Wanderers 07:23
We are the wanderers, we are the lost We are the weak and weary, weather-worn and tempest-tossed We are all searching, searching for meaning, searching for purpose in this life Searching for something, we can believe in, somewhere that we can belong But the higher that we climb, the further we must fall again in time And the longer that we strive, the harder we must struggle to survive To keep our heads above the water, and hold our own against the tide But every day the pull grows stronger, and we grow a little weaker inside This is the ebb and the flow of our days, always unchanging but never the same This is the rise and the fall of our lives, this is the pattern, the endless design This is how our days pass by We are all searching, searching for meaning, searching for purpose in this life Searching for something, we can believe in, somewhere to belong Life is just a wave, in temporary motion, searching for the shore Until it breaks, and rejoins the ocean, returning to the source We all go back, from whence we came Becoming one with the ocean once again We all return, to where we all began And only then do we begin to understand That there is no other way, the current is too strong It always takes us back to where we truly belong We knew this from the very start Somehow we’ve known it all along There is such solace and such peace In the moment of acceptance That nothing lasts forever But nothing ever truly ends Nothing is forgotten No-one is ever truly gone Because life is just a wave, in temporary motion, searching for the shore Until it breaks, and rejoins the ocean, returning to the source
6.
Widow's Walk 05:40
This is where the widows walk, staring out across the ocean This is where the widows wait, praying for their loved ones’ safe return But as the days pass by, our fragile hope begins to die How long must we wait for, any kind of answer How long must we weep for, ‘til our tears have all run dry How long must we grieve for, how long must we suffer... How long must we mourn for, how much more of this can we endure? Never knowing, never certain, if this will be our last goodbye Never knowing, if this moment, will be the last one that we share What were the last words that we spoke? Did we part in love or anger? What would have changed if we had known? Is that why we seemed to linger? How many tears have we all cried? Not enough to drown our sorrow How many years, how many have died? Far away from those they loved the most And who thinks of those they leave behind? Watching the ocean and frozen in time This is where the widows walk, staring out across the ocean This is where the widows wait, praying for their loved ones’ safe return This is where they walk This is where they wait This is where they mourn This is where they come to pray
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about

Melancholic Death/Doom maestro Viktor Jonas returns once more with seven songs of sadness and solitude in the form of At The Edge of The World, the new album from Apathy Noir.

Conceptually the album returns once again to the mystery and majesty of the sea, a theme which the band’s music has touched upon before, on albums such as A Silent Nowhere (2008) and Across Dark Waters (2016), but which here serves as the background and inspiration for every single song.

Musically the album is the band’s deepest, darkest, and most progressive work yet, comparable in both style and spirit to the early works of Opeth and October Tide, Dawn and Dark Tranquillity.

credits

released August 5, 2021

At The Edge of The World was written and recorded between September 2018 and June 2021 in Studio Noir2, Söderköping, Sweden.

Vocals recorded by Ian Boult in Stuck On A Name Studios (Nottingham, UK) between July 2020 and May 2021.

Music & arrangements by Viktor Jonas.
Lyrics & vocal arrangements by Andy Walmsley.
Produced, engineered, mixed & mastered by Viktor Jonas.
Artwork, layout & design by Viktor Jonas.


Apathy Noir:
Viktor Jonas - all instruments & programming
Andy Walmsley - vocals & lyrics

Digital reproductions of works of art used in the artwork of this product
are public domain and falls under the Creative Common license. Works of art used includes:
Knud Baade - Klippeparti i månelys (1868)
J. M. W. Turner - Rough Sea with Wreckage (ca 1840-1850)
Sketch by Matthew Paris (ca 1250) from Liber Additamentorum
George Anson - Carte de la Mer du Sud ou Mer Pacifique entre l'Equateur et le 39 1-2
De Latitude Septentrionale (1750)

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Sorrowful Melodic Death/Doom Metal from Sweden.

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