The Haunted City
Pazuzu Lyrics
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There are no streetlights but the full moon on this chilling
December's night.
Silence all around nothing but the cry of crows and the rumble of the
deads chariot ...The brave lie broken on the field of fate, where once
justice was sought...With pride our legions fought and with raging
anger, our armies clashed with the forces of light...
triumph at Armageddon...renewal is at hand...
The lyrics of Pazuzu's song The Haunted City depict a scene of a city where hundreds have died and their bodies are lying scattered on the wet cobblestones. The city seems to be deserted and the only source of light is the full moon shining down on the chilling December night. The silence around is broken only by the cry of crows and the sound of the dead's chariot, which is very eerie and creepy. The brave warriors who had fought with pride and anger once in seeking justice, now lie broken on the battlefield of fate. The armies once clashed with the forces of light, but the victory has been attained in the end.
The song hints at the idea that after the bloodshed, the world will go through a period of renewal, hence the line "At last, triumph at Armageddon, renewal is at hand". The song reflects the darker side of human nature, where power and victory often come at a cost of innocent lives. The haunting imagery in the song creates a sense of despair and loss, yet a strange hope of renewal at the same time.
Line by Line Meaning
Hundreds lay dead and plaster the wet cobblestone of the haunted city
The streets of the haunted city are covered in gruesome carnage with countless dead bodies.
There are no streetlights but the full moon on this chilling December's night.
On this cold December night, the only source of light is the full moon as the city is devoid of any other light sources.
Silence all around nothing but the cry of crows and the rumble of the deads chariot ...
The only sounds that can be heard in the haunted city are the cawing of crows and the haunting sound of the chariot that transports the dead.
The brave lie broken on the field of fate, where once justice was sought...
In the battle for justice, the valiant warriors are now defeated and their bodies lay broken on the battlefield.
With pride our legions fought and with raging anger, our armies clashed with the forces of light...
Proud legions and armies fought with intense anger against the forces of light in a fierce and brutal clash.
A grim sight, as bodies paint a dark picture unto the hillside...at last, triumph at Armageddon...renewal is at hand...
The scene of carnage is a dark and ominous sight, but victory has been achieved and with it comes the promise of renewal at the end of the world.
Contributed by Madison S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.