The Viridian Plague
by UNIDARK
About this track
The Viridian Plague “The Viridian Plague” is where grief becomes contagious. This track abandons the personal scale entirely and exposes trauma as a spreading organism—one that moves through bodies, memories, language, and love itself. It does not arrive with spectacle. It seeps. It adapts. It survives because it is welcomed. The song frames suffering as a biological event rather than an emotional one. There is no single origin, no patient zero—only inheritance, exposure, and consent given through exhaustion. The plague does not need permission. It is inhaled through affection, carried through trust, and transmitted through care that refuses to let go even as it decays. Musically, this track feels invasive by design. The orchestration pulses and mutates, never settling into safety or familiarity. Rhythms feel unstable, constantly shifting like something evolving faster than it can be contained. Guitars churn with relentless momentum, while the percussion drives forward like a system in total collapse. Vocals erupt as both witness and vector—documenting the devastation while actively spreading it. “The Viridian Plague” is one of the album’s most harrowing moments because it refuses absolution. There is no cure offered, no redemption arc implied. Healing is exposed as illusion; transformation is inevitable, and it is not benevolent. Innocence dissolves quietly. Love becomes a transmission method. Even compassion is complicit. This track also confronts the most unbearable truth in the album: that some destruction is chosen. That survival can mean carrying ruin forward rather than stopping it. The narrator does not stand apart from the plague—they acknowledge themselves as part of it, shaped by it, responsible for its continuation. The horror is not just what happens to others, but what is allowed to happen because letting go would mean facing the void alone. lyrics: It came with no warning It started with a cough No graves It drips through thought seeps between cells Fucking run The viridian plague is here Every fucking heartbeat a new mutation This isn’t loss It’s biohazard reincarnation It didn't beg to enter it inhaled consent Now it builds monuments in your fucking chest No cure just consequence No prayers just pestilence Your infection is the fucking vector Your madness was the petri dish You are the fucking pathogen You feed the disease Don’t cry for me I infected myself And now I piss bile through your sacred fucking wells I saw children melt into their mother’s arms Kissing cheeks turned viridian pulp And me I watched I welcomed it in I said I love you through teeth I no longer owned The plague made it poetry and I left her alone We are the swarm We carry the ruin inside our fucking throats Viridian plague green in your fucking veins Whispers in your head you’re one of us again Tear your teeth from your gums Swallow the past in viridian filth Just rancid bile filled lungs Lungs You can’t cure what you fucking are No fucking cure Only the plague and it wants you more This plague eats innocence She called my name Her voice cracked like glass She smiled through rot And called it love I’m sorry she said It hurts I love you Viridian burned behind her eyes Her voice was viridian static no longer hers And I still fucking held her Mothers teachers saints All green now All empty All fucking dead inside Tears were a lie now it spits in your grin Smile wider asshole your heart just caved in My blood runs thick with inherited sorrow Your clean hands mine to fucking borrow Viridian plague No clean fucking slate You are not healing you are mutating It found the strongest broke them first The doctors the warriors the purest hearts cursed