1) Scarred is a death metal band … Read Full Bio ↴There are 2 artists named Scarred:
1) Scarred is a death metal band from Luxembourg formed in 2003. Initially they started out as a thrash metal project which released an E.P. called “Inner Scars” in 2004. However, through the years and after various line-up changes, they evolved towards a heavier and more brutal sound. In 2009 their first full-length album “New Filth Order” was released. Since then, Scarred has performed alongside many great artists and on major stages such as Wacken Open Air and Metalcamp. Due to many different influences, Scarred’s precise genre is hard to define and should be discovered.
On May 10 2013, Scarred has released their new album entitled “Gaia/Medea” under the banner of Klonosphere / Season of Mist Distribution. This Opus was mixed and mastered by Jochem Jacobs (Textures) at Split Second Sound Studio and features a guest solo by Attila Vörös (Nevermore, Leander Rising).
On 22nd January 2021, Scarred released a self-titled album via Klonosphere Records with a new singer, Yann Dalscheid. Scarred are:
Yann Dalscheid: Vocals
Laurent Kessel: Drums
Bertrand Pinna: Bass
Diogo Bastos: Guitar/ Backing vocals
Vincent Wilquin: Guitars/ Backing vocals
2) SCARRED is a music producer fromMelbourne, Australia that combines minatory, dark ambient, harsh noise, metal, and many more genres.
From SCARRED's Bandcamp (https://scarrednoise.bandcamp.com/):
"SCARRED is a music producer that hails from the state Victoria, of Australia.
SCARRED's vision and idea is to combine and explore underground genres such as Minatory, Dark Ambient, Harsh Noise, Metal and many more genres into his brand. for an all round experience of raw, harsh underground music nothing close to mainstream. "
Stones
Scarred Lyrics
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Whispers buzzing to my ears,
They molded my statue,
And dressed it with a straight-jacket,
Such a beautiful artefact,
Like insects feeding off the bleeding beast
Attracted by bouts of pain,
Splashing red over my naked body
Never justify nor deny,
I saw it coming with my third eye,
Pitiful liars who made up their fucking minds,
I saw it coming with my third eye
These stones thrown at my face,
Only make my fire grow,
I′ll transform the stones into gold,
Crucified
As they drew the picture of a scarecrow,
Leaving me hollow and unreal,
They jailed me in a coal chamber,
Where walls snigger endlessly
Like insects feeding off the bleeding beast
Attracted by bouts of pain,
They turned me into a scapegoat,
Splashing red over my naked body
Never justify nor deny,
I saw it coming with my third eye,
Pitiful liars who made up their fucking minds,
I saw it coming with my third eye
These stones thrown at my face,
Only make my fire grow,
I'll transform the stones into gold,
Crucified
Sacrifice the lamb
You can try but it will be futile in the end
Rusting in my hands
These nails are rusting in my hands
The song Stones by Scarred is a powerful, emotional track that speaks to the experience of being wrongly accused and scapegoated. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of someone who has been ostracized and punished for a crime they did not commit, with whispers buzzing in their ears and stones being thrown at their face. The imagery of insects feeding off a bleeding beast and a scarecrow being drawn creates a sense of isolation and dehumanization that is palpable.
Despite the adversity and persecution they face, the singer of the song remains unbroken. They refuse to justify or deny themselves in the face of their accusers and instead see the situation for what it is, recognizing the pitiful liars who made up their minds against them. The use of the phrase "third eye" suggests a kind of intuition or inner wisdom that allows the singer to see through the lies and hold onto their own truth.
The chorus of the song is particularly powerful, with the singer declaring that the stones thrown at their face only make their fire grow. They will transform the stones into gold, a metaphor for turning adversity into strength and using it to fuel their own growth and transformation. The final lines of the song, "Sacrifice the lamb / You can try but it will be futile in the end / Rusting in my hands / These nails are rusting in my hands," suggest a martyr-like quality to the singer's struggle, with them willing to endure all manner of persecution in pursuit of their own truth and growth.
Line by Line Meaning
As I came, they all turned their back
Upon arrival, everyone ignored and rejected me
Whispers buzzing to my ears,
Rumors and gossip were being spread about me
They molded my statue,
They formed an image of me that was untrue to who I really am
And dressed it with a straight-jacket,
They restricted me from being myself
Such a beautiful artefact,
The image they created of me was aesthetically pleasing
Like insects feeding off the bleeding beast
People were attracted to my pain and suffering like insects to a dying animal
Attracted by bouts of pain,
People were drawn to my suffering
They turned me into a scapegoat,
They blamed me for their problems and used me as a convenient target
Splashing red over my naked body
They metaphorically attacked me and left me exposed
Never justify nor deny,
I chose not to explain or defend myself
I saw it coming with my third eye,
I had a feeling that this would happen
Pitiful liars who made up their fucking minds,
Those who turned against me made up their minds without facts or truth
These stones thrown at my face,
The attacks and insults directed at me
Only make my fire grow,
They only make me stronger and more passionate
I′ll transform the stones into gold,
I will turn the negativity into something valuable and positive
Crucified
I feel like I am being unjustly punished
As they drew the picture of a scarecrow,
They depicted me as something to be feared and hated
Leaving me hollow and unreal,
They stripped me of my identity and authenticity
They jailed me in a coal chamber,
They confined me to a dark and depressing place
Where walls snigger endlessly
The environment was hostile and laughter came at my expense
Sacrifice the lamb
They are willing to harm me despite my innocence
You can try but it will be futile in the end
Their efforts to bring me down will ultimately fail
Rusting in my hands
I am left with something that is falling apart
These nails are rusting in my hands
I am holding onto something that is harmful and ineffective
Contributed by Christopher G. Suggest a correction in the comments below.