In The Trenches
Dying Fetus Lyrics


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An abomination
The last of a family of filth
Procreator should have pulled out
A fucking waste of sperm
Family scorned abhorrance
Would've done the world a favor
So much aggravation alleviated
If you were aborted

How pathetic can one be?
Always sinking to new levels
Years ago written off
Cast out for nefarious ways
But had no life, no purpose
So jealous festers within
Feculence excrement
An utmost compliment

Walking pile of shit
With empty words
No decency rectitude
Or credibility
Forthrightness lost
A shallow form of life
A disgrace without integrity
Karma has come to claim

The walking dead

Eradicate, ravage your being
Revulsion intensifies
Persevere until I spill blood
Jubilate as you die
Doors opened wide

The pulse of death has arrived
The sum of all your fears
Exposing all your fucking lies
Limbs crack and split
Raining teeth, blood and spit
Choked screams appear
Yet your begging falls upon deaf ears

In the trenches we meet again
I will reign supreme
Destroy all adversaries
Fuck your enemies
Time and time you fucked me over
You are dead to me
In the trenches we meet again
I will reign supreme
Reign supreme!

Fucking die now
Eat my fucking shit
Annihilation
I will conquer

To the end I will not stop
Until you reach your timely demise
Lacerate, rip out your throat
Decapitate and shit down your neck




I blackout in extreme pleasure from watching you writhe in pain
Your parasitic existence terminated, piss on your remains

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Dying Fetus's "In the Trenches" describe an intense desire for revenge against an individual who is viewed as an abomination and a waste of space. The song begins with the singer describing the person as an "abomination," someone who should have been aborted from the start, as they are the "last of a family of filth." The song goes on to describe the person as a walking pile of excrement, with no decency, rectitude, or credibility. The singer takes great pleasure in the idea of their demise, lacerating, ripping out their throat, decapitating them, then defiling their remains. The chorus is a call to arms, declaring that they will "reign supreme" in the trenches.


The lyrics of "In the Trenches" are extremely violent and full of rage. They depict a person consumed by hatred for another, wishing to bring them to their ultimate end. The song is a reflection of the darkest parts of human nature, the desire for vengeance and the unbridled anger that can consume a person's soul. The imagery is gory and graphic, but the intensity of the lyrics is what gives them their power.


Line by Line Meaning

An abomination
The subject is a sickening and detestable entity


The last of a family of filth
The subject is the final offspring of a lineage of disgusting individuals


Procreator should have pulled out
The person responsible for creating the subject should have refrained from reproducing


A fucking waste of sperm
The subject is entirely worthless and should not exist


Family scorned abhorrance
This person's own relatives despise them


Would've done the world a favor
It would have been better for everyone if the subject had never been born


So much aggravation alleviated
Many problems could have been avoided if the subject was never born


How pathetic can one be?
The subject is truly contemptible


Always sinking to new levels
The subject continually reaches new lows of debasement


Years ago written off
The subject has long been considered a failure


Cast out for nefarious ways
The subject has been rejected for their wickedness


But had no life, no purpose
The subject has no meaningful existence beyond causing misery


So jealous festers within
The subject is consumed by envy


Feculence excrement
The subject is a revolting pile of dung


An utmost compliment
This insult is actually a pinnacle of praise, simply for being honest


Walking pile of shit
The subject is a loathsome heap of filth


With empty words
The subject speaks but offers nothing of substance


No decency rectitude
The subject is devoid of morals and integrity


Or credibility
The subject can't be trusted in the slightest


Forthrightness lost
The subject has lost all capacity for honesty


A shallow form of life
The subject is a vapid, unsatisfactory creature


A disgrace without integrity
They are a dishonorable wretch


Karma has come to claim
The consequences of their actions are now upon them


The walking dead
The subject is already dead inside


Eradicate, ravage your being
The subject will be destroyed and stripped of everything


Revulsion intensifies
The more they suffer, the better


Persevere until I spill blood
The subject will suffer until they are injured and bleeding


Jubilate as you die
The subject's death will be a joyous occasion for the artist


Doors opened wide
The end is near for the subject


The pulse of death has arrived
Death is imminent


The sum of all your fears
The subject is afraid of everything, and for good reason


Exposing all your fucking lies
The subject's lies are about to be revealed


Limbs crack and split
The subject's body is being destroyed


Raining teeth, blood and spit
The subject is being violently injured


Choked screams appear
The subject is in excruciating pain


Yet your begging falls upon deaf ears
No one will help or show mercy to the subject


In the trenches we meet again
The singer and the subject are familiar enemies


I will reign supreme
The singer will prove themselves to be superior


Destroy all adversaries
The singer will eliminate all foes


Fuck your enemies
The artist holds nothing but contempt for the subject


Time and time you fucked me over
The subject has betrayed the artist many times


You are dead to me
The singer will never forgive the subject for their transgressions


Fucking die now
The singer wants the subject to die immediately


Eat my fucking shit
The artist holds nothing but disgust for the subject


Annihilation
The subject will be utterly destroyed


I will conquer
The artist will emerge victorious


To the end I will not stop
The singer is relentless in their pursuit of the subject's demise


Until you reach your timely demise
The subject will die at the artist's hands


Lacerate, rip out your throat
The subject will be violently attacked


Decapitate and shit down your neck
The singer will humiliate the subject even in death


I blackout in extreme pleasure from watching you writhe in pain
The singer derives sick joy from seeing the subject suffer


Your parasitic existence terminated, piss on your remains
The artist revels in the subject's destruction and will humiliate their corpse




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Comments from YouTube:

@JustFaithless

I consider this album to be the epitome of death metal..seriously every fucking single song is perfect.

@josephstalin9357

My favorite album is your desend into depravity

@420AcidRainbowFunTime

This may be my favorite metal album 🤘🏻

@PortugueseMACPAW

There are better death metal albums than this... but they are all by Dying Fetus

@ihatepie5937

That breakdown woke my grandma from coma

@christianwalton1906

Brutality. Flawless victory.

@charlesallen9045

Agreeed brotha

@Dilley_G45

Stay brutal!

@SharpAsABricc

@@thomasjp5847 probably Goro.

@-Tyreal_Awesome-112-

Agreed 💯

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