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Melancholia

by Ancient Thrones

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1.
A Moon Fused Key 05:12
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In the presence of the mirroring specter It’s warm tongue’s lashing lustful hiss Capricious cries of bewitching credence The tempered shard unfurling From crimson jowls Stained with the frigid image of worship It’s red glare conversing the senses Dissociative motion Reflecting silenced throat Purposed hands still As I begin to sift through the aching cells Probing, inverting, revealing Bright bountiful aged constellations Resting peacefully in my veins I peel the sleeping star-like bulbs In sequence of manic flashing shades Now prying through the drab locked chest As the makeshift sabre splices Suffocated echoes Encourage pleasure Inhale the blood Regurgitate Idealistic vile tendencies A spitting image A jagged blade My fate in hand Skin somehow breathing The mother Only salvaged To relentlessly Feast on its nest No planetary ascension All these years to beckon me I’ve severed the bond with a moon fused key Unconscious destination As the life drains from me I sever the throat with a moon fused blade Consciously A collective form A shadow dragged behind Augmenting ash Blurs into a singular face The unwilling apparition A host of putrefaction Ceremonial exodus Shedding the flesh divine To bare purification A mortal cleansing Eradicate the cosmic graph Kneeling the pulsing lavender walls Smearing the fleeting colors In a portrait of self-liberation No planetary detention I hear the skies call for me They opened our realm with a moon fused key Perennial flora of Eden A celestial branch extends to me I sever the hand with a moon fused blade Consciously
2.
Achromatopsia 01:18
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(Instrumental)
3.
Melancholia 06:16
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I see it spiraled into the vast midnight stars Grand depicted meadow Enticed by the whitest of light A black dichotomic view into mundane life The spiteful sun within a turning sky Sink familiar into the fields Of melancholia Questions of when it may be I don't feel for my death My own fate Thought attempted In vision monochromatic So which void will I feed? Reoccurring fog gowned alienation Separated from a sought normalcy I sacrificed it all though nothings changed A lamb offered to lead nihility Grazing through the old burning fields Of melancholia Longing for what it will be I won't feel in my death The void that I have opened Beneath a starless horizon Of melancholia No chemicals flow Sorting pools Synaptic fatigue The wandering Flat affect Pessimistic grin Anhedonia Your night song echoes Asphyxiated Severing the ties Desperate despair Seals my own fate Another day It won’t change I contemplate I see it through nomadic eyes of storm The unshakeable grey Lone Lost days Charred spores drip Wraps my tongue Dry swallow So… Which void will I feed? (Anew) Psychoactive vision One trail led me here From existential exhaustion Sheltered by a palace so pale Parallel direction Thoughts speak solemnly Unfamiliar merging Witness it like new As I embrace for the death Through the third eye pried open Your constellations lead me To melancholia
4.
A Turning Point 05:45
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Tunnel vision Everything around the aura fading Inner speculation This frantic notion propels me to Arise Erratic trees swaying around me Interpretive welcoming waves Cadence of promising safety The arching limbs shift in Advance “Come right this way” Animated in their chattering Unresponsive arguments The glowing moon in full effect It’s strobed light flicker These bones like new take me away A nauseas throat In a collared breath Unresolved determination Unearthly motivation Unconscious destination The isolated manifestation Sleep inertia The mother prowling outside me Concealed mirage Twisting the color wheel To the turning point Peering a monolith passage A groove rooted in clay Avoidant gazes surrounding Unconscious Inhale fumes Anew Vacant path to follow With footsteps planted in the stretch The belle of the forest A floral architect Drags behind a sheathed corpse The voice in wrap decelerates Spoors tracked through sludge Regressive petals in bloom Unresolved determination Unearthing manifestation Unconscious destination The isolated manifestation Led to a bridge above the tide The distant storm now growing loud Ethereal harps pine from the shores Hymn of Ulysses Look back to faces in the fog Autonomous raised waving arms Bidding farewell in the near dark Untied from the mast Across the moat Cove of seafoam A path ahead The glass castle transmogrifying Now I see it like…shelter
5.
A Pellucid Prism 04:25
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A cold silhouette lays dormant Oceanic tides Swallowed the moon Will this always be missing? Reptilian shores Translucent pillars It’s bone white light fulfilling need Bleaching clarity Pantone cleansing Granular shifting Pigments evoke light Wake the nostrils Pantone cleansing Binocular warping Pigments evoke love Warm the eyes Withered arms rippled Above ocean waves Swallowing chlorine Basking in the stars Ungated magnificence Growing taller with each nod Mesmerized in stupor Maneuver the skeleton key Inside Allured by fragrance Ambergris fragments Awaking a morning beak A trance of flightless ecstasy A life in a melancholic Pellucid prism sanctuary What meaning lies beyond this pane? In sight dichromatic Ash like arms begins to reach What spirit lies within these walls?
6.
Sacred Swollen Glass 06:16
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These vapour hands press down my throat Gripping apparition A peeling rose rush through my gaze Softly transfusing harsh bitter grey The guiding eyes in paintings track Needful exposure from nested cracks Cold gifts An unentered home Cognition counters clockwise motion Iconography Cover these walls With cinematic living stills Fungal organism Thriving habitat Spreading hyphae In the boudoir Through each new room I enter Each step I take A euphoric glow escapes The moon But from this prison of flesh It’s hideous In lifeless grey exchange With each new step I take Spouted from the void Sacred swollen glass Reflective being Bred from the collapse Lift it from the ground Place it to your neck Sacred Swollen- Dress the sun Shroud in poplin gown Inviting olive gleam A warming embrace Our bones entwined Wipe the grime lying in repose From the chiffonier staring Reverting monochrome She’s crystallized A crystalline wraith In zealous posture From the chiffonier staring It shatters Still grey Spouted from the void Sacred swollen glass Reflective being Bred from the collapse Lift it from the ground Place it to your neck Sacred Swollen Glass
7.
Blight 02:18
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Which void will I feed? Which void Will feed on me? Mutated perceptions of life Stemming to the prefrontal cortex Form disease abated Neuronal apoptosis Repeated through flesh Devoted Devoid Which Void Blight Eroding Collapse Vacate Consumed
8.
A Pale Palace 04:55
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In the fields, barren sand, stood a castle Long untouched by our worn hands Gazing up beyond endless heights Through past life illusions From restless, painful nights A mirage of forgotten pleasure A carpet stained-red wine Oxytocin in the place of oxygen I rest my neck upon the collapsing Boiling floor Water drops down murky screens Each novel stone raining memory I look up To watch the colour stream A stone soak of hallowed water Will not cleanse looming scars Subverted comfort Clenching the indelible letter With rose intent the seal marked (Open it) “What age would do to your flaking gold Skin With the stories you only tell to birds Of what it could have been When you’re no longer the hermit Shifting shells like silver linings” (it reads) “Melancholia” (A sun swollen lock fit a moon fused key) I’m locking doors I’m burning sage I’m locking doors You’re burning sage You’re locking doors I’m burning sage I’m locking doors I’m burning
9.
Vacant 05:31
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This jagged swarm of sand Wilted melting bones Depleting toward fluidity Flowing, scattered, vanishing In the bright distance A vibrant clearing Blowing grass smirk Inside a dancing garden Hand in hand framed still The foundation of another A replication taking form Mere witness to an iteration A light so gracious You paint my eyes empty, sealed, closed Now where I need to stay Becomes the grave I chose

about

We think this album is a turning point for us, where we were able to take the atmosphere of our previous record, and kick the aggression up to a thousand. The intention of our last record, "The Veil," was to be poetic and hopeful, but the intention with our second full-length, "Melancholia," is to crush any ounce of hope that is left.

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released September 19, 2025

All music by Ancient Thrones
All lyrics by Sean Hickey
Additional piano on tracks #2, 3 and 9 by Dan Richards

Drums recorded and engineered by Alec Victor at Aurum Wave Studios in Moncton, NB

Mixed and Mastered by Dylan Wallace at Waveshine Audio in Dartmouth,NS
Mastered for vinyl by Ian Dillon
Drum editing by Nick Leslie

Cover artwork by Carter Doody

Dylan Wallace: Guitar
Nick Leslie: Guitar
Matt Leblanc: Bass
Sean Hickey: Vocals, Drums

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