Back to the Womb
Blaze of Perdition Lyrics
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As a scrream of thousand throats
This is the time, when the sky shall weep
Over the most glorious failure as god
My thoughts are razors, my words are cuts
On this work of deceit I shall mark my sign
With scythe across the throat of YHVH
Feed him not with energy, feed him with pride
So he shall choke on our vanity
For this is what we were given
For this is what we are meant to be
Tetragrammaton - thy corpse shall give birth to me
Open hearts and seeds shall be planted
As we march towards damnation - to be reborn!
Open hearts for perdition to enter
For sins to bind us all
As we march towards Death
Not without fear, yet with sardonic smile on our faces
The truth I′ve chosen to search for
So distant, yet getting closer and closer
With caressing touch of a cold, pale hand
Reaching from black robe
I shall transform through holy thirteen
From serpent to eagle to fly beyond
To taste the fruits from the highest branches
Of the Tree of Death
Holy Death - Sodomize this feeble image of loss
Holy Death - Plant Thy seeds in me
Holy Death - Rape this feeble image of loss
Holy Death - Impregnate it with semen of utmost perfection
Mother of night, mother of night
Be my guide, through the halls of the dead
Across the path where no Will is limited
When nothing is real - everything is permitted
Come! Reap what demiurge has sown
Water the fields with blood of man
Transform us, taker of life
Lead us away from this world
Take us back to the womb
The lyrics of Blaze of Perdition's song "Back to the Womb" delve into themes of rebellion, defiance, and seeking transformation through embracing darkness and death. The opening stanza sets the tone with imagery of a defiant declaration that the singer's words will rise up to the heavens like a powerful collective outcry. The mention of the sky weeping over a glorious failure as a god hints at divine reckoning and a rejection of conventional notions of power or authority.
The second stanza delves deeper into the singer's mindset, portraying a sense of mastery and defiance over traditional religious symbols. The singer's thoughts are likened to razors and their words to cuts, highlighting a deliberate intent to challenge and dismantle established beliefs. The reference to the Tetragrammaton, the four-letter Hebrew name for God, symbolizes a bold assertion of personal power and autonomy, as the singer proclaims themselves as the end of conventional religious authority.
The third stanza shifts towards a more ritualistic and transformative imagery, with references to open hearts and seeds being planted as the singer and their followers march towards damnation to be reborn. There is a sense of embracing sin and darkness as a means of spiritual evolution, with a mix of fear and sardonic humor underlying their journey towards an unknown destiny. The Tree of Death symbolizes a pathway to higher consciousness and enlightenment through embracing mortality and decay.
The final stanza invokes the figure of the Mother of Night as a guiding force through the realms of death and transformation. The imagery of reaping what the demiurge (a lesser divine being responsible for creating the physical world) has sown and returning to the womb suggests a cyclical journey of renewal and rebirth. The singer embraces the idea of being transformed by death and led away from the constraints of the material world, towards a more primal and transcendent state of existence. The lyrics ultimately convey a sense of challenging established norms, embracing darkness, and seeking transcendence through a journey back to a metaphorical womb of cosmic renewal.
Line by Line Meaning
These words shall burst into heavens
Our powerful words will reach the divine realm
As a scream of a thousand throats
A united roar echoing from many voices
This is the time, when the sky shall weep
A moment of sorrow will come upon the heavens
Over the most glorious failure as god
In mourning for the downfall of a deity
My thoughts are razors, my words are cuts
My thoughts are sharp and my words are piercing
On this work of deceit I shall mark my sign
I will leave my mark on this deceptive creation
With scythe across the throat of YHVH
Using a scythe to symbolically end the divine entity
Tetragrammaton - I am the end of thee
I am the ultimate demise of the sacred name
Feed him not with energy, feed him with pride
Do not empower him, but make him choke on our arrogance
So he shall choke on our vanity
His downfall will come from our own self-importance
For this is what we were given
This is our destined path
For this is what we are meant to be
Our purpose is clear
Tetragrammaton - thy corpse shall give birth to me
From the demise of the sacred name, I will rise
Open hearts and seeds shall be planted
We will sow the seeds of transformation with open hearts
As we march towards damnation - to be reborn!
Embracing damnation as a necessary step towards renewal
Open hearts for perdition to enter
Welcoming damnation to bring about change
For sins to bind us all
Uniting us through shared guilt
As we march towards Death
Facing mortality head-on
Not without fear, yet with sardonic smile on our faces
Approaching death with a mix of dread and dark humor
The truth I've chosen to search for
Pursuing a distant yet inevitable truth
So distant, yet getting closer and closer
Despite the distance, the truth draws near
With caressing touch of a cold, pale hand
A chilling but gentle approach
Reaching from black robe
Emerging from darkness
I shall transform through holy thirteen
Undergoing a sacred metamorphosis
From serpent to eagle to fly beyond
Ascending from a base state to transcend
To taste the fruits from the highest branches
To attain the most profound knowledge
Of the Tree of Death
From the source of ultimate wisdom
Holy Death - Sodomize this feeble image of loss
Invoking death to defile mortality's weakness
Holy Death - Plant Thy seeds in me
Seeking the transformative power of death
Holy Death - Rape this feeble image of loss
Using death to violate the fragility of life
Holy Death - Impregnate it with semen of utmost perfection
Infusing existence with impeccable creation
Mother of night, mother of night
Acknowledging the primordial source of darkness
Be my guide, through the halls of the dead
Leading me through the realm of the deceased
Across the path where no Will is limited
Navigating an unrestricted journey
When nothing is real - everything is permitted
Embracing a reality where boundaries dissolve
Come! Reap what demiurge has sown
Harvesting the consequences of false creation
Water the fields with blood of man
Nourishing the earth with human sacrifice
Transform us, taker of life
Change us, the harbinger of death
Lead us away from this world
Guiding us towards an otherworldly existence
Take us back to the womb
Returning us to the source of all life
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