Girl's Got a Face Like Murder
Fear Before the March of Flames Lyrics


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...we colud see in the distance hundreds of men.
Their campsite illuminated by skin bound to stick.

Like scarecrows: too tired to dance
Too ashamed to look up
Taunted by their shadows

Their empty stares licked at your back
But at your parade we saw you stand tall
"Oh beautiful one" mother sheds a tear
"If only we could reach such heights"
We are dogs at our waist

"This is my love" we hear you say
"This is my strength"
We catch your spit our lips shine prepared to sing your praises

You lose your tongue at the scent of burning flesh
And your mouth was so proud of your existence





I guess you won't be coming home a martyr...

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Fear Before The March Of Flames's song Girl's Got A Face Like Murder paints a frightening picture of a group of men in a campsite illuminated by skin bound to stick. The singer observes them from afar and describes them as resembling scarecrows - too tired to dance and too ashamed to look up, haunted by their own shadows. The empty stares of the men licked at the singer's back, but they remained standing tall and beautiful, making the mother shed a tear, wishing they could reach such heights.


However, the singer's admiration for the beautiful one is soon replaced with horror as they lose their tongue at the scent of burning flesh. The song indicates that the beautiful one is complicit in the violence, and their mouth was once proud of this existence. The lyrics ominously state that they won't be coming home a martyr. The song's evocative imagery and highly charged lyrics leave the listener to fill in the gaps and come to their understanding of the story behind the song.


Line by Line Meaning

we colud see in the distance hundreds of men.
Hundreds of men are visible in the distance.


Their campsite illuminated by skin bound to stick.
The camping area is lit with torches made using human skin.


Like scarecrows: too tired to dance
The men in the campsite are like tired scarecrows, who cannot even dance.


Too ashamed to look up
The men feel ashamed and cannot even lift their gaze up.


Taunted by their shadows
The men are tormented by their own shadows.


Their empty stares licked at your back
The men's empty gazes make you feel uneasy.


But at your parade we saw you stand tall
During your procession, we saw you walk with confidence.


"Oh beautiful one" mother sheds a tear
Your mother cries and calls you beautiful.


"If only we could reach such heights"
We wish we could be as great as you.


We are dogs at our waist
We feel inferior to you.


"This is my love" we hear you say
You express love for someone or something.


"This is my strength"
You find strength in something or someone.


We catch your spit our lips shine prepared to sing your praises
We eagerly await your approval and praise.


You lose your tongue at the scent of burning flesh
You are silenced by the smell of burning flesh.


And your mouth was so proud of your existence
You were proud of yourself, but now you cannot even speak.


I guess you won't be coming home a martyr...
You won't become a martyr, as you cannot even withstand the smell of burning flesh.




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Comments from YouTube:

@dougstackman2886

Damn this album brings back so many memories. Still jamming this in 2020

@MrChrisTew

I miss these cats..always progressing always awesome

@bassfisherlolz5605

I Love this band!!!

@SethOPM

I guess you won't be coming home a martyr :/

@Mailb0x777

Dat song.

@tearsofromance

dis song tho...

@spacehorizon4896

0:19

@haggard9856

YOUR MOM WAS SO PROUD YOUR MOM WAS SO PROUD

@michaelarrowood4315

Famous for having no intelligible lyrics. Check that! Thank you, interwebs. Who would know this dreck even exists otherwise? At least it made a "worst of" list - I guess that's something.

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