Blut Royale
Combichrist Lyrics


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Come hear the voices
In my head,
They say you want to hurt me
And they want you dead.
They're scraping the bottom
Of the barrel of life,
There's a million different voices
And they're synchronized.
They're marching,
They're screaming,
They want to get out




They're armed to the teeth,
It's the Blut Royale!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Combichrist's Blut Royale convey the theme of paranoia and fear of being attacked. The singer suggests that the voices in his head are warning him of someone's intention to hurt him, possibly one of the millions of voices that are in sync with each other. The desperation and danger are further enhanced by the metaphor - 'scraping the bottom of the barrel of life.' The voices are then revealed to be, not just voices but also an army of sorts, 'marching, screaming' and 'armed to the teeth.' The phrase 'Blut Royale' translates from German to 'Blood Royale,' which implies that the situation is grave and may result in violence or destruction.


The song's lyrics are open to interpretation, and they may also be symbolic of the internal conflict that we face, where we feel one side of us wants to do something, while the other side is trying to hold back. The lyrics also address the idea of other people's opinions and how they can impact how we feel about ourselves. The overall mood of the song is intense and frantic, perfectly complemented by the heavy electronic beats, distorted guitar riffs, and aggressive vocals.


Line by Line Meaning

Come hear the voices
Listen to the multitude of internal monologues inside my head.


In my head,
This chaotic place where my mind is located.


They say you want to hurt me
The voices inside my head inform me that you have intentions to harm me.


And they want you dead.
The voices inside my head want you to die as a result of your plans to harm me.


They're scraping the bottom
The voices inside my head have reached the end of their rope.


Of the barrel of life,
They are in a state of despair and hopelessness.


There's a million different voices
A vast number of internal monologues are present inside me.


And they're synchronized.
The different voices are in harmony, working together as one.


They're marching,
The multitude of monologues are moving as if in a parade.


They're screaming,
The internal monologues are shouting and yelling.


They want to get out
The internal monologues seek to be released from the confines of my mind.


They're armed to the teeth,
The internal monologues are prepared for battle with weapons at the ready.


It's the Blut Royale!
This state of mind is akin to a violent battle, a brutal encounter known as the Blut Royale.




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