Current members:
Nathan Gray - lead vocals (1994–present)
Josh Latshaw - guitar (1994–present)
Chad Istvan - guitar (1994–present)
Rob Ehrenbrand - bass (2004–2011, 2013–present)
Chris Rakus - bass (2013–present)
Jared Shavelson - drums (2013–present)
Former members:
Darrell Hyde - bass guitar (1994–1999)
Rob Avery - bass guitar (1999–2004)
Marc Krupanski - bass guitar (2011–2013)
Matt Krupanski - drums (1994–2013)
Dan Pelic - drums (2013)
Lee Dickerson - lead guitar (2013)
Bathory's Sainthood
BoySetsFire Lyrics
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Praying on their corpses, their hearts no longer feel
Your sainthood is obvious on every starving face
Your deception's given us a way to separate
The poor from their hate, the rich from the stone
Genuflect away the sins that we've known
Sure one percent rules, but heaven's made of gold
So chalk it up to folly and consequence alone
Wrapped up in the dream of patriotic clean white washed desire
And every time the real war's defined, the trenches are filled to hide battle lines
Torches to bridges and bridges to torture
Headlines distort what we see as our borders
And what gives us the right to feed with remorse for a god they created
A god for the poor, for bathory we're bleeding out the devil hicks in angelic shrouds
Blasphemy as speaking out we've asked for it for more of the same
Sad scheme of ghettos created by the power elite, for our minds and souls burning
No longer for freedom invoked just more of the same
The lyrics to BoySetsFire’s song Bathory’s Sainthood are a social commentary on hypocrisy, inequality, and the role of religion in society. The first stanza addresses those who profit from the dead, insinuating that they have gained a false sense of power and accomplishments from exploiting those who are no longer alive. The use of the word “sainthood” implies that these profiteers have elevated themselves to a higher moral standing, but in reality, they have done so through immoral means.
The second stanza highlights the fact that society has created a divide between the rich and the poor, perpetuated by the hypocrisy of religion and its leaders. The line “Sure one percent rules, but heaven’s made of gold” implies that those who have created and maintain this divide believe that wealth will bring them closer to God, while those who are poor are further from him. The idea that this is “folly and consequence alone” suggests that this belief is misguided and ultimately detrimental to society.
The chorus touches on the desire for a pure and just leader, a messiah, but recognizes that this is often just a dream. The idea of a “patriotic clean white washed desire” implies that those who are seeking this kind of leader are also seeking a particular kind of purity or superiority. The subsequent lines suggest that true war and conflict are hidden behind a facade of deception and manipulation by those in power.
Overall, the lyrics of Bathory’s Sainthood are a commentary on the hypocrisy and inequality present in society, particularly with regards to religion and power.
Line by Line Meaning
Do you feel alive now that you own the dead
Do you feel like you matter now that you have control over those who have passed away?
Praying on their corpses, their hearts no longer feel
Preying on the dead, who no longer have feelings of their own
Your sainthood is obvious on every starving face
Your supposed sainthood is apparent on the faces of those who are hungry and impoverished
Your deception's given us a way to separate
Your deceit has enabled us to distinguish between the poor and the wealthy
The poor from their hate, the rich from the stone
The poor are separated from their anger, the rich from their guilt
Genuflect away the sins that we've known
We ask for forgiveness for the sins we've committed
Sure one percent rules, but heaven's made of gold
The wealthy may have control here on earth, but in heaven material wealth holds no value
So chalk it up to folly and consequence alone
We can attribute our actions to foolishness and the resulting effects they bring
Do we really want what we really need a bastard messiah
Do we truly desire a deceitful religious leader to fulfill our needs?
Wrapped up in the dream of patriotic clean white washed desire
Believing in the illusion of a pure, nationalistic ideal
And every time the real war's defined, the trenches are filled to hide battle lines
Whenever a true battle becomes defined, people take sides to hide their true beliefs
Torches to bridges and bridges to torture
Using means of light to destroy connections, and then turning those same connections into instruments of pain
Headlines distort what we see as our borders
News stories affect how we perceive our sense of security and protection
And what gives us the right to feed with remorse for a god they created
Why should we feel guilty for a religion that was created by man?
A god for the poor, for bathory we're bleeding out the devil hicks in angelic shrouds
A saving force for the unfortunate, but we unknowingly let the oppressors hide behind pious facades
Blasphemy as speaking out we've asked for it for more of the same
Expressing differing opinions is considered blasphemous, yet we continue to ask for more of the same treatment
Sad scheme of ghettos created by the power elite, for our minds and souls burning
The powerful have purposefully created poor neighborhoods, causing suffering for our mental and spiritual well-being
No longer for freedom invoked just more of the same
Our struggles are no longer for the sake of freedom, but instead for continued oppression
Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: JOSHUA LATSHAW, MATTHEW KRUPANSKI, CHARLES ISTVAN, NATHAN GRAY, ROBERT AVERY
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Tristan campos
Do you feel alive now that you own the dead
Praying on their corpses, their hearts no longer feel
Your sainthood is obvious on every starving face
Your deception's given us a way to separate
The poor from their hate, the rich from the stone
Genuflect away the sins that we've known
Sure one percent rules, but heaven's made of gold
So chalk it up to folly and consequence alone
Do we really want what we really need a bastard messiah
Wrapped up in the dream of patriotic clean white washed desire
And every time the real war's defined, the trenches are filled to hide battle lines
Torches to bridges and bridges to torture
Headlines distort what we see as our borders
And what gives us the right to feed with remorse for a god they created
A god for the poor, for bathory we're bleeding out the devil hicks in angelic shrouds
Blasphemy as speaking out we've asked for it for more of the same
Sad scheme of ghettos created by the power elite, for our minds and souls burning
No longer for freedom invoked just more of the same
JarnBjorn72
When this album came out, my girlfriend and I were lucky enough to meet the band when they came to the local CD shop to shake hands and give autographs on the day of their show here in Salt Lake City. Great bunch of guys!
RiggsHB
Still my fav BSF track. Love these dudes.
Hungry Dingo
hell yeah. love this song. don't know where I first heard these guys. but I remember the first CD I bought it had 3 live tracks and 3 studio tracks.
More Fresh Squeezed Lightning
Listened to this album nonstop when I was a freshman in high school
Hungry Dingo
InsanityOnABunExtras me too lol
Lanu9000
What a masterpiece, still in 2023!
ParticularBored
FINALLY remembered the name of them and this song! YES!
Tristan campos
Do you feel alive now that you own the dead
Praying on their corpses, their hearts no longer feel
Your sainthood is obvious on every starving face
Your deception's given us a way to separate
The poor from their hate, the rich from the stone
Genuflect away the sins that we've known
Sure one percent rules, but heaven's made of gold
So chalk it up to folly and consequence alone
Do we really want what we really need a bastard messiah
Wrapped up in the dream of patriotic clean white washed desire
And every time the real war's defined, the trenches are filled to hide battle lines
Torches to bridges and bridges to torture
Headlines distort what we see as our borders
And what gives us the right to feed with remorse for a god they created
A god for the poor, for bathory we're bleeding out the devil hicks in angelic shrouds
Blasphemy as speaking out we've asked for it for more of the same
Sad scheme of ghettos created by the power elite, for our minds and souls burning
No longer for freedom invoked just more of the same
Matt Monahan
They were never as big as they should have been.
Zackery G
There was an EP that had this song Acoustic. I cant seem to find it on even Wikipedia. Anybody know?