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Massacre
Bathory Lyrics
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Into the peaceful deep valley below.
Two thousand stallions foaming with hate
Carrying their masters towards their fate
Into the battle they ride
Two thousand men too young to die.
Massacre
Covered in dust clouds now there is no turning back
Once so peaceful valley echoes with cries
Cascades of blood and brains as the midday sun rise
Under a blood red sky
None will live to face the night
Massacre.
Amidst the scattered limbs dead bodies finally comes to peace
While the stench of blood grows strong in the mild midday breeze
Circling the sky the vultures wait to play their part
To descend of wings of death and feast from human hearts
The battle is lost still someone always wins
And now they descend on death's black wings
Massacre
(Massacre)
Bathory's "Massacre" is a song that narrates a violent and bloody battle where two thousand men ride down a hill and charge into a valley below. The first stanza sets the scene and creates a haunting imagery through the use of words such as "morning mist cold," "peaceful deep valley," and "stallions foaming with hate." The second stanza describes the chaotic battle scene, where both sides are prepared for attack and covered in dust clouds. The valley that was once peaceful now echoes with cries, and there is no turning back as the battle commences. The final stanza shows the aftermath of the carnage, where the dead bodies finally come to rest, and vultures circle the sky, waiting to feast from human hearts.
One possible interpretation of Bathory's "Massacre" is that it serves as a commentary on the futility of war and the senseless loss of life. The lyrics show how even though both sides were prepared for the battle, the outcome was still bloody and violent, with no one surviving to face the night. The imagery used throughout the song creates a sense of horror and dread, with references to blood, brains, and scattered limbs. The vultures circling overhead also provide a grim reminder of the inevitability of death.
Line by Line Meaning
Down the vast hills in morning mist cold
Descending from high hills in a cold and misty morning
Into the peaceful deep valley below
Entering a peaceful valley below
Two thousand stallions foaming with hate
Two thousand angry horses charging towards their enemies
Carrying their masters towards their fate
Carrying their riders towards an inevitable end
Into the battle they ride
Entering a fierce battle
Two thousand men too young to die.
Two thousand young men facing death
Massacre
A brutal killing of many people
Coming from each side prepared for attack
Soldiers positioning themselves on opposite sides, ready to fight
Covered in dust clouds now there is no turning back
The battlefield is now full of dust, and there's no possibility of retreating
Once so peaceful valley echoes with cries
A valley that was once peaceful now echoes with the noise of people crying
Cascades of blood and brains as the midday sun rise
Blood and brain tissues are already falling in large quantity under the hot midday sun
Under a blood red sky
The sky turns a shade of red because of the ongoing violence
None will live to face the night
Everyone who participated in the battle will die before it's nighttime
Massacre.
A fierce killing event
Amidst the scattered limbs dead bodies finally comes to peace
In a background of scattered body parts, dead people have met their ultimate end
While the stench of blood grows strong in the mild midday breeze
The smell of blood is spreading and intensifying in the light wind
Circling the sky the vultures wait to play their part
Vultures circle in the sky, waiting to feast on the corpses
To descend of wings of death and feast from human hearts
Vultures will come down with their wings of death to feed on human flesh
The battle is lost still someone always wins
Even though the battle is lost, there's always someone who gains something
And now they descend on death's black wings
The vultures now descend during a time of death and destruction
Massacre
A brutal killing of many people
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Written by: QUORTHON
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@xriuan
Lyrics
Down the vast hills in morning mist cold
Into the peaceful deep valley below
Two thousand stallions foaming with hate
Carrying their masters towards their fate
Into the battle they ride
Two thousand men too young to die
Massacre
Coming from each side prepared for attack
Covered in dust clouds now there is no turning back
Once so peaceful valley echoes with cries
Cascades of blood and brains as the midday sun rise
Under a blood red sky
None will live to face the night
Massacre
Amidst the scattered limbs dead bodies finally comes to peace
While the stench of blood grows strong in the mild midday breeze
Circling the sky the vultures wait to play their part
To descend of wings of death and feast from human hearts
The battle is lost still someone always wins
And now they descend on death's black wings
Massacre
Massacre
@complications9718
God damn, the album should've opened with this instead of the intro, this just floors you right off the bat
@xriuan
Lyrics
Down the vast hills in morning mist cold
Into the peaceful deep valley below
Two thousand stallions foaming with hate
Carrying their masters towards their fate
Into the battle they ride
Two thousand men too young to die
Massacre
Coming from each side prepared for attack
Covered in dust clouds now there is no turning back
Once so peaceful valley echoes with cries
Cascades of blood and brains as the midday sun rise
Under a blood red sky
None will live to face the night
Massacre
Amidst the scattered limbs dead bodies finally comes to peace
While the stench of blood grows strong in the mild midday breeze
Circling the sky the vultures wait to play their part
To descend of wings of death and feast from human hearts
The battle is lost still someone always wins
And now they descend on death's black wings
Massacre
Massacre
@wesleley7675
Thanks bro, I'm Brazilian and it's really hard to find the lyrics to these songs
@chriswalshe499
Unbelievable poet. Quarthon was a genius.
@harmonyovabraxas5556
🤘Hail Bathory🤘!
@MaskedRiderChris
The album that made me a Bathory fan back in 1988! Talk about total onslaught and chainsaw guitar tone. To think this was recorded in his dad's basement with a practice amp and a drum machine!
@ijuka
Is that surprising? The guitar tone's absolute garbage. I'd be surprised if the amp cost more than 20 bucks.
@MaskedRiderChris
@@ijuka In this case it's part of the charm of this album. Heck, remember that "Left Hand Path" was recorded with a Peavey Bandit solid state amp and a Boss HM-2 pedal and that guitar sound is now legendary. Tells you something, eh?
@FearsomeVoid
Respect to Quorthon.
@erwinjanssen4720
After all this years respect from Belgium