Like all earlier releases PTD received only positive reviews and eventually My Own Grave were contacted by Karmageddon Media. The deal was inked in blood in May 2004 and in September the same year My Own Grave entered Studio Necromorbus (Stockholm) with producer Vidar Wiklund (Diabolical) to record the debut album "Unleash".
From the Ashes
My Own Grave Lyrics
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Disciples of chaos resurrect and form.
From beyond the grave sounds the symphony of war.
Smashing through the gates of death with ten fist-wielded scorn.
Thought the beast was dead?
Thought the grave would quiet the call?
Pity to your weapons, fable mortal craft!
Dead and burned, brought back to life to kill again!
A thousand screams of death greet the rising dawn.
From the ashes born!
This is rebirth, adrenaline breathing life through stagnant limbs.
Zombie teeth grinding deep, post mortem evolution.
Cutting threads of dying faith, of narrow-minded ire.
Fire raging in my veins, the lust for blood the thirst for life.
The sound of heavy boots against the marble steps.
The battering of clenched fists against the pearly gates.
Thought the beast was dead?
Thought the grave would quiet the call?
Pity to your weapons, fable mortal craft!
Left to rot, devoured by unearthly pain.
Dead and burned, brought back to life to kill again!
A thousand screams of death greet the rising dawn.
From the ashes born!
The lyrics to My Own Grave's "From the Ashes" suggest a powerful rebirth and a resurgence of chaos and destruction. The opening lines describe a new beginning emerging from the ashes, with chaos rising up again to form. The sound of war is heard from beyond the grave, and the chaos smashes through the gates of death with furious anger. The message here is clear: death is not the end, but merely a pause before chaos and destruction rise again.
The lyrics also describe a violent rebirth, with the adrenaline of new life breathing through stagnant limbs. The image is one of a zombie, grinding teeth and evolving even in death. The dead rise up to cut the threads of dying faith and narrow-minded ire, with fire raging in their veins and a thirst for blood and life. There is a sense of unstoppable power to this rebirth, with boots echoing against marble steps and fists pounding against pearly gates. The beast is not dead, and the grave cannot hold it. This is a message that even in death, chaos and destruction cannot be silenced.
Overall, the lyrics to "From the Ashes" suggest a powerful embrace of chaos and destruction. They celebrate the idea of rebirth, even if it is violent and bloody. The song is a call to action for those who feel trapped or stagnant, urging them to embrace the chaos and rise up again.
Line by Line Meaning
From the ashes born, a new beginning dawns.
New life emerges from what was once destroyed.
Disciples of chaos resurrect and form.
Chaotic forces come back to life and unite.
From beyond the grave sounds the symphony of war.
Even in death, the battle continues to rage.
Smashing through the gates of death with ten fist-wielded scorn.
Overcoming death and pushing forward with anger and determination.
Thought the beast was dead?
Did you think the enemy was defeated?
Thought the grave would quiet the call?
Did you expect death to end the battle?
Pity to your weapons, fable mortal craft!
Your weapons and tactics are useless against this otherworldly force.
Left to rot, devoured by unearthly pain.
Left to suffer in the afterlife, consumed by supernatural agony.
Dead and burned, brought back to life to kill again!
Rising from death to continue the cycle of violence.
A thousand screams of death greet the rising dawn.
The dawn brings a chorus of screams and violence.
This is rebirth, adrenaline breathing life through stagnant limbs.
Through resurrection, there is a rush of energy and renewed life.
Zombie teeth grinding deep, post mortem evolution.
The undead have a new form of existence and purpose.
Cutting threads of dying faith, of narrow-minded ire.
Breaking free from outdated beliefs and narrow-mindedness.
Fire raging in my veins, the lust for blood the thirst for life.
A fierce desire for violence and survival burns within.
The sound of heavy boots against the marble steps.
The footsteps of a powerful force approaching.
The battering of clenched fists against the pearly gates.
The relentless attack against obstacles and barriers.
Contributed by Annabelle V. Suggest a correction in the comments below.