The Scythe
Embracing the Abyss: A Journey Through Desolation
Lyrics
I smell rot Flesh infested with worms It's time to follow the scythe.
I perceive decay. Bodies filled with worms. It's time to embrace death (symbolized by the scythe).
Diseases reign in these times. Rotten black skins falls to the ground. The cultures are irrigated
Diseases prevail in this era. Diseased, blackened skin falls, and cultures are nourished with infected blood.
with infected blood.
Continuation of the theme of blood contamination, emphasizing its widespread impact.
Everything you eat. Everything you breathe soon will end in irreversible cancer.
Consumption and breathing lead to inevitable cancer, highlighting the pervasive nature of decay.
Black smoke comes from underworld to invade the heavens.
Symbolic imagery of black smoke from the underworld ascending to overtake the heavens.
The hell you are in... The hell you are in... This is hell...this is the hell you are in...
Reiteration of the harsh reality - life is a hell, demons (challenges) have always existed.
The demons never came up from hell. They were always there.
Demons (problems) were not newcomers; they've always been present.
Mass suicides is the only hope we have.
Mass suicides are presented as a desperate solution in the face of overwhelming suffering.
At least I know I can't go to hell.
The speaker acknowledges their inability to go to hell, possibly suggesting a worse existence on Earth.
Scattered brains. Tangled guts. Cries of despair before impact.
Graphic depiction of violence and despair, possibly hinting at the consequences of a disturbed mind.
Misanthropy leads you to necroscopy. You will never cross the line of immortality.
Misanthropy (hatred for humanity) leads to necroscopy (examination of the dead). Immortality is unattainable.
There is no solution. We must leave this world.
Acceptance of the grim reality - there is no solution, advocating for leaving this world.
No absolution.
No forgiveness or pardon is available.
One more day in this cold hell.
Each day is another day in a cold, metaphorical hell.
One more night in this large cell.
Nighttime represents a large, isolating cell, emphasizing the speaker's emotional imprisonment.
I opened the gates towards my loneliness.
The speaker has embraced loneliness, opening gates towards isolation.
I built the bridge to my suffering.
Personal suffering is constructed like a bridge, leading to more torment.
The blood starts to run. Grim reaper is near. I walk alone through a field of corpses.
Bloodshed and the presence of the grim reaper indicate imminent death. Walking among corpses symbolizes desolation.
I smell rot Flesh infested with worms It's time to follow the scythe.
Repetition of the first three lines reinforces the pervasive theme of decay and mortality.
I don't intend to keep running away. I'm ready to go.
The speaker is not fleeing anymore, expressing readiness to embrace death.
I follow the steps of the hooded but without chains
Following the path of the hooded figure (death) without constraints, suggesting a voluntary acceptance of fate.
Everything becomes darker and darker Now I feel the cold My heart... no longer beats.
A descent into darkness is felt, accompanied by a chilling sensation. The heart no longer beats, possibly symbolizing emotional or spiritual death.
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