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".
Into Pieces
My Own Grave Lyrics
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Buried deep in the trenches of hell
Standing in line to die yet I'm already dead
Another morning ripe for killing
Death's scythe carving pawns of war
Forth for vengeance, forth for hate
Split second murder we're all fuel for the machine
Behind impassive eyes dead bodies wait to be released
No time for mercy
Make this day another man's funeral
And let the napalm rain wash our sins away
Forth for vengeance, forth for hate
I am every slaughter reincarnate
Split second murder we're all fuel for the machine
Behind impassive eyes dead bodies wait to be released
Genocide has begun
Detonations digging mass-graves
Paralyzed, hammered down
As my body is blown
Into pieces
The song "Into Pieces" by My Own Grave is a dark and intense reflection on war and the toll it takes on those who participate in it. The opening lyrics suggest a sense of hopelessness, as the singer describes themselves as already dead and waiting in the grave. The imagery of being buried deep in the trenches of hell emphasizes the horror and despair of war. The singer seems resigned to their fate, standing in line to die like so many others.
The second verse describes the reality of war as a relentless killing machine, with death's scythe carving pawns of war. The singer is driven forth by vengeance and hate, embodying every slaughter reincarnate. The line "split second murder we're all fuel for the machine" captures the sense of dehumanization that can occur in a war zone, where people become mere cogs in a larger, brutal system. Dead bodies are described as waiting to be released, suggesting that there is a sense of release in death, a final escape from the horror of war.
The final verse is arguably the most powerful and harrowing. It describes the beginnings of genocide, with detonations digging mass-graves. The singer is paralyzed and hammered down, before being blown into pieces. The use of the first person perspective throughout the song draws the listener into the horrors being described, and the final image of the singer being blown into pieces is visceral and disturbing. The lines "make this day another man's funeral" and "let the napalm rain wash our sins away" suggest a sense of desperation and a desire to find some kind of redemption or absolution in the midst of unspeakable violence.
Line by Line Meaning
Waiting in the grave
Feeling as though I've already passed on, waiting for death to come and take me.
Buried deep in the trenches of hell
Lost and hopeless, like I'm stuck in the lowest, darkest place imaginable.
Standing in line to die yet I'm already dead
Knowing that death is coming, but feeling emotionally dead inside, like nothing can affect me anymore.
Another morning ripe for killing
Feeling like violence and death is an inevitability, just another day to add to the pile of countless others that have come before it.
Death's scythe carving pawns of war
Feeling like death and violence is a game of chess, with soldiers and civilians alike being nothing more than expendable pieces in the grand scheme of things.
Forth for vengeance, forth for hate
Moving forward with unbridled anger and a desire to get revenge, letting these emotions consume me and drive me forward.
I am every slaughter reincarnate
Feeling like I am the embodiment of death and destruction, as though every act of violence and bloodshed is a reflection of my own being.
Split second murder we're all fuel for the machine
Realizing that our lives are nothing more than a means to an end, turned into nothing more than numbers in a war machine that churns out death and destruction.
Behind impassive eyes dead bodies wait to be released
Looking into the lifeless eyes of casualties and realizing that they are no longer human, simply waiting for their corpses to be disposed of and forgotten.
No time for mercy
Running on a strict schedule of violence and death, with no room for anything else like compassion or empathy.
Make this day another man's funeral
Taking pleasure in causing death and destruction to others, seeing each day as another opportunity to add to the ever-growing pile of casualties.
And let the napalm rain wash our sins away
Using violence as a means of cleansing ourselves of guilt and negative emotions, even if it means causing untold suffering and destruction to others.
Genocide has begun
The start of a large-scale campaign of extermination and murder that will leave countless victims in its wake.
Detonations digging mass-graves
The sound of explosions that herald the start of a killing spree so large that the graves dug to accommodate the dead must be measured in mass quantities.
Paralyzed, hammered down
Unable to move, feeling trapped and weighed down by the sheer magnitude of the violence and destruction happening around me.
As my body is blown into pieces
The final act of violence that leaves me shattered and destroyed, like everything I've ever known has been blown to bits.
Contributed by Alice V. Suggest a correction in the comments below.