"The First God"
Song by Hungry Lights
from the album Three Gods & Me
December 31, 2017
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"The First God" is track five on the Hungry Lights studio album "Three Gods & Me." Remember that this is a summary, not the entire story! It is like 10% of what is actually going on—just the skeleton. It is a rough translation of what is literally going on in the lyrics. There is also a figurative story that is taking place at the same time which goes much deeper and does not involve the fictional character Prill, but that is up to you to find :) It is much easier to discover the hidden meaning when you grasp a decent understanding of the literal meaning first. These are your puzzle pieces, and I highly suggest you study them before pursuing the next albums in the sequence, otherwise emotion and information will be lost, therefore connections will be missed!

Story Edit

"The First God" is exactly what it sounds like. It is Prill's epic battle with The First God, a mountain troll named, "Bladth'heirtra." Justin has said that these trolls are a race in the "From Windfall To Hell" universe called, "Oakrum," and that they are big, have small patches of moss, mushrooms, and crystals growing out their bodies, and that they have no faces so they wear masks made out of the bark of trees. To paint a picture of the match, Justin once said Bladth'heirta is about twelve feet tall, over five hundred pounds, and carries a big club with spikes coming out of it.

The lyrics are rather straight-forward in this song. At first, Prill does not not even want to fight, then Bladth'heirtra starts to kick the crap out of him, and he is perfectly okay with that because he wants to die anyway... but he is not dying. This is where the big mystery of the album begins. "With how many times the heavens denied, I’m wondering why I’m still alive. I should have died... They can’t kill me!" Prill lives yet again. In "The Awry Ascent," he somehow survived his encounter with Fothcrah, and in "Heavy Is The Crown," not only did he manage to survive getting pushed off a cliff, he survived being burned alive. Now he has survived being essentially mauled and cracked over the head with a club by a giant, mountain troll. The lyrics in "For Miles Down" stated, "Maybe the will of the gods keeps me alive. ‘Cause some vengeful holds don’t let me die."

 Whether it be by his sheer willpower or by magic, Prill is once again filled with life and valor as he re-awakens and defeats The First God. The crowd goes wild, and Krayle (the announcer) states that for the first time in the history of Ik'theves, one of the mighty gods has fallen. It is unclear whether or not Prill killed Bladth'heirtra or simply defeated him through knockout, but Prill returns to his arrogant, delusional, self-deprecating self afterward, and the story continues. 

Note: Justin has made an effort to let it be known that The Three Gods are not real gods. They are mortal beings—great warriors that have been taken from their homeland, and are now fighting as slaves in this underground arena known as "The Pit." They are presumably kept sedated and are forced fight until they cannot fight anymore, then are replaced with a new champion.   

Lyrics Edit

The first god brought me to my knees

I lost sight—that’s why I’m where I am

I want death—that’s my intention here

‘Cause I’m not a hundred percent

-No one will miss me

Don’t even fake those tears 

Take all of my courage and blessings

Don’t hate me

There’s no other way… 

In time, the father figure falls apart

Watching’s the hardest thing, he knows… 

The hollow, crude-stitched sweater of his heart unraveled

-Bridged what laid below him

Él no va a cruzarlo—ya no receptivo

Él es pesado, un mentiroso, él es dolor

Now he was ready to take that great journey!

But then his first god stepped into the ring… 

My head was then filled with drumfire and thunder

All this for nothing!

I held strong and upright,

But a bludgeon cracked me down!

No reasoning entered—unconscious

Curious, I heard roars of triumph

But who hears things when they’ve reached their end?

O’ no creature serves his maker… 

And no maker dies by his creature’s hands!

With how many times the heavens denied,

I’m wondering why I’m still alive

I should have died... 

They can’t kill me!

And then a crescendo of the soul bloomed out

And who was I—ignorant, dastard, and vain

To receive such splendor at the height of being vanquished?

Could you believe that I was filled with malice?

Could you believe that I was filled with rage?

Because just when I thought it was over, 

Here comes valor,

Running out of the desert

Like a slobbering dog with a bone

-Just as wild-eyed and crazed

As the mountain of a man that stood before me

A new height was reached that day!

And you best believe that I remembered

That a hero holds no judgement over his people

It’s either let go, or you’ll be let down

And I’ve always thought of myself more as a villain anyway… 

‘Cause who else could make a god bow his filthy-fucking-head!?!

That of stone turned flesh

There was a mumble from a cold inside 

An old, weathered body

-It rumbled and sprung to life

An unhindered soul with awareness of a covered face

He’d been forgotten by the nature of my disgrace

But he did what he could do to stay alive

What more could he want? 

I felt a motion inside

Then up in the clouds is where he would fly

Because I conquered the mountain

Now I was the mountain!

Now, it was at this time that I wondered 

If I was doing this for you or if for me

‘Cause I could not hide from the hands of 

A blurry crowd blowing kisses at my feet 

Though I tried to deny and tried not to receive,

Ya’ll perched me even higher up

-So high, I couldn’t see 

I wasn’t looking anyway—no

Who needs to see when you’re cycling on repeat?

Stuck in a loop—not a human, but machine

I had it memorized—disappear and vacate

I’d claw my way out before it devoured me 

Now I’m starting a new age—subjectively insane

O’ god!

I watched my limits turn to dust before my feet!

So what’s the point of looking back?

Here’s to never looking back! 

Bet I’m never looking back