From Soulless To Shattered (Art In Dying)

Many songs have a lot of meaning for people. This one has taken on multiple (although similar) meanings for me since I first heard it in February 2010 and it has since been my favorite song of my favorite band. Just in short, it (along with several other Arsis songs) has/have helped me with my breakup with Stephanie, which was the worst I had with a breakup (as opposed to the person at the time). The song helped me, of course, through multiple spells of general depression. What Important Song hasn't, right? The first time I met and really talked to any of the band members, it was about this song (I asked if they were gonna play it since it was my favorite and he just laughed and said "Fuck no, it's too hard to play live." Then we talked semi-drunkenly for a 20-30 minutes) Now we come to today. After dealing with all this hospitalization stuff for my bipolar disorder and how drastically both the depression and the mania can affect me, I just sort of realized that the song can once again alter its own meaning, just for me! And maybe anybody else who chooses to listen to it and/or read the lyrics speaking of which, here they are, along with a link to a Touyube of the song.


Arsis - From Soulless To Shattered (Art In Dying)


Penance for this breath of black betrayal
Stoic, famished guard the walls of this scarlet temple
Awaits to hear the sound of armies marching underground 

And the screams of failure's conquest

A wish to waste and rise alone

With only the wolves I call my own

A starving withered statue
Amidst the ruins you once knew

Condemned to defend
The weakened flesh of this facade 

From all that breathes and lies within
The vultures swarm and sharpen their talons

Upon wings of torment flying
Who's to say there is no art in dying?

A starving withered statue
Amidst the ruins you once knew
A shrine for the sick to gather
From here to hell, from soulless to shattered

From soulless to shattered

To destroy and conquer this failure

With a will of sharpened razors
To forget what has been done
And all I have overcome

[Solo: James, Nick]

Penance for this breath of black betrayal
Stoic, famished guards the walls of this scarlet temple
Awaits to hear the sound of armies marching underground
And the screams of failure's conquest

Upon wings of torment flying
Who's to say there's no art in dying?