DontTreadOnMike
Eddaic Literalist
Those Album covers are occult mate ...exactly the same as any other Psuedo demonic Secular Metal band out there ...An album cover is a flag, a symbol, statement of what the contents of the music represent, state, mean and promote ... or atleast the personality of the band/musician.music ...
you have just been de-sensitised to it, as you have chosen to accept it as part of your logic and reality ...
Friend, how do you propergate/teach light to Darkness, through using Darkness...?
Well I don't. I'm not a christian. I don't believe it's demonic because I don't believe in demons. I will agree with you that the imagery isn't positive or happy but I don't see why that's a bad thing. (On a side note, I'll also agree with you that AS I Lay Dying's music and art aren't very good in the artistic sense either. It's very bland, boring, and generic. But that's irrelevant)
Anyway, yes, I agree that the imagery isn't positive or happy but I don't know why that's a bad thing. Christians sometimes feel down too. I know I did sometimes. It's not unchristian to feel sad or angry or to express sadness or anger. Christ did it himself. On the cross he expressed despair. In the garden of gethsemane he wrestled with his faith. At the temple he gave in to his anger and (rightfully) kicked out the money changers with a whip. I remember when I was younger, I would often be looked down upon by the Christians at church for not being 100% happy 100% of the time as if that were some command from God. But the sad part is, I knew that the people who pretended to be happy all the time felt sad too and sometimes wrestled with their own faith. Instead of expressing it or talking about it, they put on a face and acted like nothing was wrong.
Now, I was never a depressed person. I'm happy 99% percent of the time. But I'm also a realist; I didn't want to have to pretend I was happy when I wasn't. So Christian metal let me express that through songs which I wrote to God. Some of the songs were happy as well despite what the untrained ear might believe. But I remember having to tell people all the time like I'm telling you now, Christian metal isn't praise and worship music. It's not intended to be. And I agree, in heaven we probably won't be shredding out sweet licks on a flying V. Metal, to me, was a prayer rather than worship. For me it was a musical equivalent of Christ's desperate prayers in the garden of gethsemane. Or the musical equivalent of "A Grief Observed" by C.S. Lewis. Have you read that? It's a very powerful book where Lewis describes, in journal form, how he teaters on the edge of loosing faith after his wife dies, and then is pulled back right at the last minute. Things like that resonate with me. They are real. Christians sometimes struggle with faith. Why should they have to pretend everything is fine? In my case, I struggled against my faith and won
And like I said earlier, don't take my current state of non-belief as evidence that metal leads people astray. My years in the Christian metal scene were my strongest years spiritually. I met the strongest Christians I know and I'm still friends with them and they still influence me. It wasn't until a long time after I left the metal scene that I stopped going to church. And that was because I was in the worship band and they wanted me to play a Michelle Branch song haha. I didn't think is was very Christian to play a secular love song so that was my last day at that church. I tried a few more out after that but never found one to call home so eventually I stopped going. It had nothing to do with metal.
I'll leave you with some lyrics that talk about just this very thing. I won't post the song because I know you won't listen to it.
Edit: Also, their first language is not English so forgive any weird grammer haha
Intimations of Everlasting Constancy by Crimson Moonlight
Cold and Darkness, where is your strenght?
Ice and Snow, where is your dominion?
When the sun of eternal life rises over the barren wilderness
You flee like scared sparrows...
You melt and pour out of time.
Sitting there in the snow I felt the cold conquer me,
alone and freezing away from the illusion of warmth,
which lived so strongly within me.
Should I close my eyes for the last time?
Should I give up my breath which makes the light of my life?
Uncertainty doesn't kill,
its sword only cuts the thorns in its way...
Many days came and went..
Nights streamed rapidly by...
Watching the shadows dance in the past,
hearing the flow of rain in the quiet loneliness...
The constant quest of man for what is right.
The hope of life shining brightest when the night is as darkest?
The mystery smiles at me...
Time, coiled up, is held in Thy hand.
Oh, God, Thy way is mine...
And so, the feeling was reborn,
like the sweet perfume of the deep forest,
like the expectancy of the beast of prey
after its long winter sleep.
It was a particular day,
unlike too many others
when I plucked up courage
and rose from my prison bed.
Oh, there was heard a familiar sound...
the signal of the end of the night,
indicating a recollection was born:
Springtime approaching in all its glorious beauty,
stealthily, silently like a whisper...
The spring...
I was given the grace once again to behold dawn
...the Gift..It was true.
I was there at the horizon of life, at the mirror of the soul.
The gate to the feast of light...
All concepts have lost their meaning,
few understand what Beauty means,
few understand its might.
The Gift... A melody born in Heaven
An intimation of everlasting constancy.
It is dancing in the room...
Musical tones fill the silence
Was it but a dream?
No, nothing in the realm of dreams can be so wonderful.
I am thirsting for more...
The sweetness of your wine is a remedy.
Yes, the sweetness of the wine is beauty fulfilled...
Tones saying more than a thousand words.
Who can tell their meaning?
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