Theatre of the Macabre
Blöod Düster Lyrics
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For you will surely die
What is the point of screaming
No one can hear you cry
You're trapped in my hell
And you will do as I say
The critics they all hate me
I too soon will have my day
Hacking off limbs
In a bizarre torture hell
Women are my slaves
And no on live to tell
I put them in my cage
And as cannibals they feed
This twisted human wastage
They are the sardu breed
The lyrics of Blood Duster's song "Theatre of the Macabre" convey the dark and twisted thoughts of a demented individual who traps women in his own hellish world, forcing them to dance and perform for him before torturing and killing them. The singer seems to have no remorse for his actions and instead revels in the cruelty and pain he inflicts. He is filled with a sense of power and control over his victims, going as far as to use them for cannibalistic purposes. The lyrics offer a glimpse into the mind of a psychopath, where empathy and morality are non-existent.
The song's title is a reference to the Italian horror film sub-genre known as Giallo, which is characterized by their use of violent and macabre themes. The genre often features elements of mystery, crime, and psychological horror, and Blood Duster's song is effectively a tribute or homage to this type of film. The song was first released on the band's album "Str8 Outta Northcote" in 2004 and has become one of their most well-known tracks. "Theatre of the Macabre" has been cited as an example of grindcore, a sub-genre of extreme metal that emphasizes tempo and aggression over melody and structure.
Line by Line Meaning
Dance for me bitch
I demand that you dance for me, female dog.
For you will surely die
I will kill you without doubt.
What is the point of screaming
Your screams are in vain.
No one can hear you cry
Nobody is around to listen to your weeping.
You're trapped in my hell
You are confined to my abyss.
And you will do as I say
You must obey me completely.
The critics they all hate me
All of the critics despise my art.
I too soon will have my day
I will soon have my moment of glory.
Hacking off limbs
Dismembering body parts with a sharp object.
In a bizarre torture hell
In an abnormal place of suffering.
Women are my slaves
Females are subservient to me.
And no one lives to tell
No one survives to recount their experience.
I put them in my cage
I incarcerate them within my enclosure.
And as cannibals they feed
They consume human flesh as cannibals.
This twisted human wastage
This depraved byproduct of humanity.
They are the sardu breed
They are the offspring of the fictional Sardu family from the horror movie 'Bloodsucking Freaks.'
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