Menschenmaterial
Centhron Lyrics


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Behind the stormy fields
A path of skulls aside
Wind surrounds the cross
There hang and bleed the blind
Marching drums fill the air
Legions hail in pride
Hate spill from the deepest void
I hate you foolish blind

A new race rose inside
From beneath pain and sights
Distance and demarcation
Silent observation

Grandmother
And no one can change the past
Forever
Number 5188 Battallion 4

A new race rose inside
From beneath pain and sights




Distance and demarcation
Silent observation

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Centhron's song Menschenmaterial depict the horrors and atrocities of war that often go unrecognized. The first few lines paint a picture of a battlefield with skulls lining the path and a cross in the center where the injured hang and bleed. The marching drum beats in the background as the soldiers proudly hail their legions. The singer then expresses their hatred for the "foolish blind" which could imply the blind followers or the soldiers who are under the impression that the war they are fighting is justified.


The following lines speak of a new race rising from the pain and suffering of war. It creates a sense of detachment for the singer who observes the destruction from a distance instead of actively participating in the violence. The lyrics "Grandmother, and no one can change the past; forever, Number 5188 Battalion 4" are a direct reference to the Holocaust where millions of innocent people, including the singer's grandmother, were systematically exterminated. The stanza portrays a sense of helplessness and remorse for the past events that cannot be undone.


Overall, Menschenmaterial is a powerful song that gives a voice to those who have suffered through the horrors of war, leaving a lasting impact on the listener.


Line by Line Meaning

Behind the stormy fields
In a dark and tumultuous place


A path of skulls aside
With a road marked by death


Wind surrounds the cross
The symbol being battered by nature


There hang and bleed the blind
Those who cannot see are tortured


Marching drums fill the air
The sound of a military march permeates the atmosphere


Legions hail in pride
A sense of glory and admiration for the military presence


Hate spill from the deepest void
A bottomless source of intense emotion is unleashed


I hate you foolish blind
Direct anger towards those who cannot see


A new race rose inside
A new group of people emerged


From beneath pain and sights
Born of suffering and observation


Distance and demarcation
Isolation and boundaries


Silent observation
Quietly watching from afar


Grandmother
An older relative


And no one can change the past
The past cannot be altered


Forever
Eternal


Number 5188 Battallion 4
A specific military unit, identified by number and name




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