Bloodshed
Ravensblood Lyrics


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I'm alone on the mighty mountain
Facing the cold nord winds
Savagely blowing through my black hairs
And to my grim face
Standing before a tragic scene
Of a blood red battlefield
Flesh is cold, hearts are frozen
And I behold the vulture's cleaning dance

Grim visions in the Raveneyes
Announcement of funeral times
Tearing the flesh to lambs
And pieces for the deepest dark delight
Conquering again and again
For the mights blood & soil
Raising the swords with burning hate
To thrust aside the weaken souls

I have bloods an my hands
I have its taste in my mouth
I kill that's what i cave

I carved my throne in bones
I made my crown of hate
I filled my pools with blood
And fed my sword with impure flesh
I left burning ruins behind me so many times
As I ruined the lives of thousand men

Brums of war resounding in the valleys
Breaking the deathly hush for Bloodshed

I'm alone on the mighty mountain
Facing tempests & storms
As the deadly frost turns my skin so blue
Standing before the blood red grass
Of the greatest tragedy
Time seems to be frozen, frozen as their lives

Sad visions upon my shoulders
Bad omen to ad darkened doom
Scattered, rotten, arms and legs
Freezing on the (battle) ground
Ravensbanner floats in the sky
As an icon od the blackest knights




That's just another slaugther
And certainly not the last one

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Ravensblood's song "Bloodshed" are dark and brutal, telling the story of a lone warrior standing on a mountain, contemplating the aftermath of a violent battle. The opening lines create a vivid picture of the setting, with the singer facing the harsh nordic winds, surrounded by the corpses of fallen soldiers. The use of descriptive language paints a haunting image of the battlefield, where the vultures are circling overhead, ready to feast on the dead.


The chorus is a potent combination of violence, hate, and aggression, as the singer revels in the bloodshed he has caused, with blood on his hands, and the taste of it in his mouth. He boasts of his accomplishments, having carved a throne out of bones, made a crown of hate, and fed his sword with impure flesh. The imagery is graphic, and the language is visceral, conveying a sense of brutality and cruelty that is not for the faint-hearted.


In the second verse, the imagery shifts to an even darker place, with destroyed bodies lying around, their limbs scattered and discarded. The Ravensbanner, an icon of the blackest knights, floats in the sky, representing death and destruction. The final lines are a bleak reminder that this slaughter is not the last, as the drums of war continue to resound in the valleys.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm alone on the mighty mountain
I'm standing by myself on a large mountain.


Facing the cold nord winds
I'm enduring the harsh winds blowing from the north.


Savagely blowing through my black hairs
The winds are fiercely blowing through my hair which is black in color.


And to my grim face
My face is dark and stern.


Standing before a tragic scene
I'm witnessing a scene that is full of grief and despair.


Of a blood red battlefield
It is a battlefield soaked in red blood.


Flesh is cold, hearts are frozen
The corpses lying there are cold and lifeless, and the hearts that pumped blood are now still.


And I behold the vulture's cleaning dance
Vultures are cleaning the remains of the dead, and I'm watching them do so.


Grim visions in the Raveneyes
I'm seeing unpleasant images from the point of view of a raven.


Announcement of funeral times
I'm sensing that this is the beginning of times when there will be a lot of death and funerals.


Tearing the flesh to lambs
Ripping living beings to shreds like they were defenseless lambs.


And pieces for the deepest dark delight
Savoring the process of tearing them apart and consuming their flesh with delight.


Conquering again and again
Overcoming and achieving victory repeatedly.


For the mights blood & soil
Doing it all for power, blood, and land.


Raising the swords with burning hate
Holding swords and feeling intense anger.


To thrust aside the weaken souls
Using the swords to defeat and humiliate those who are weaker.


I have bloods an my hands
I have slain many people and their blood is on my hands.


I have its taste in my mouth
I'm familiar with how blood tastes as I have tasted it before.


I kill that's what i cave
Killing is what I do and who I am.


I carved my throne in bones
The place where I sit and rule is made of bones.


I made my crown of hate
The crown I wear is a symbol of my intense hatred.


I filled my pools with blood
The bodies of those who have been slain have filled up the pools I have made.


And fed my sword with impure flesh
I have used my sword to cut through the flesh of the dead and the living.


I left burning ruins behind me so many times
I have caused devastation on multiple occasions and left behind the remains of burnt buildings.


As I ruined the lives of thousand men
My violent and hateful actions have caused harm and suffering to many men.


Brums of war resounding in the valleys
The sounds of war drums are echoing across the valleys.


Breaking the deathly hush for Bloodshed
The silence of the previously still battlefield has been broken by the sounds of war.


I'm alone on the mighty mountain
I'm still standing by myself on the mountain.


Facing tempests & storms
I'm now facing strong winds and heavy rain.


As the deadly frost turns my skin so blue
The freezing weather is causing my skin to turn blue.


Standing before the blood red grass
I'm gazing upon the red grass that has been stained by the blood of the dead.


Of the greatest tragedy
This is an uncanny and huge tragedy.


Time seems to be frozen, frozen as their lives
Time appears to have stopped in the same way that their lives have.


Sad visions upon my shoulders
I'm experiencing feelings of sadness and despair.


Bad omen to ad darkened doom
This is a warning or an omen of a very grim future.


Scattered, rotten, arms and legs
Body parts are lying scattered and rotting on the ground.


Freezing on the (battle) ground
The dead bodies are lying cold on the ground.


Ravensbanner floats in the sky
The banner of the ravens is flying high in the sky.


As an icon od the blackest knights
The banner is a symbol representing the black knights.


That's just another slaugther
This is just another one of many slaughters that have happened.


And certainly not the last one
There will be many more to come.




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