Saturday, January 18, 2025

The Noir Players - Memento Mori

 The Noir Players continue their recordings of rather morbid subjects, this time being a ditty they name Memento Mori, which is a Latin term that roughly translates as 'Remember, you will die. The phrase has acted for hundreds of years as a reminder to all that we have the same fate. The theme has been represented by many forms in art in poems, books, paintings, and music.

In music it has seen the form of the Danse Macabre, or Dance of Death, and it is in  this form that The Noir Players recording is in. This 'tune' is pretty noisy, appropriate enough for the genre, and the lead singer is pretty frantic, especially towards the end. Be interesting to see what this group comes up with at Halloween time! 

In the moonlight shadows spin 
Chatters in the wind begin 
Dark is the night outside 
With death we slowly glide 
 
Echoes scream in the dark 
Heartbeats unequal and stark 
The mood will sway 
With the finale we play 
 
Death's dance engulfs us all 
Weak, strong, large and small 
Shrieks with the shivering night 
Hopelessly black is the sight. 
 
Dirty fog flows over the floor 
Feet that dance, bloody and sore 
No time to stop and rest 
By death we're all possessed 
 
Eerie murmurs, damning sound 
Echo off the frozen ground 
Every step we're drawn within 
The damning music pulls us in 
 
Death's dance engulfs us all 
Weak, strong, large and small 
Shrieks with the shivering night 
Hopelessly black is the fright. 
 
We see the already dead dance as well, 
With entrails hanging, tangling their feet. 
They break all to pieces, all fell, 
Proves death is not so sweet! 
 
 It awaits all of you! 
There's nothing you can do! 
Hopefully delay it, a little while,
 But death will show its smile 
 
Death is not satisfied with few, 
It takes all, including you! 
You'll dance with shivering fright 
And feel death's killing bite!
 
 It awaits all of you! 
There's nothing you can do! 
Hopefully delay it, a little while,
But death will show its smile 
 
And on the morning, on the next day. 
The living will not know passed this way. 
They have no idea how it is so rough, 
But they'll find out soon enough!
 

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