While doing demos and gigs in France, Daemonic Alchemy signed on a english label in 2003, after having recorded a promo at the Drudenhaus studio. Unfortunately, the label did not fulfill the obligations of the contract and the band was forced to stop it's career in 2004, with a unreleased album.
At the autumn 2004, Daemonic Alchemy's members were contacted by the american label Forever Underground. Scars Of Chaos took shape, without Frost, to walk in the path of Daemonic Alchemy. The album, named Daemonic Alchemy, was released in april 2005.
Today, Scars Of Chaos is waiting to release it's next album Humanitarian War Machine scheduled for spring 2007 on Black Square Records.
Merciless
Scars of Chaos Lyrics
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Dont le m?tal assaille jusqu'aux anges
Qu'enfin l'?chec au grand jour ?clate
Quand l'humanit? se complait dans sa fange
Oh God of mercy who can you bless?
Do you see those who follow your name?
Can you feel from your saints the pain?
Bafouant leurs propres id?aux forg?s
Symboles de leur orgueil d?mesur?
Comme d'une cath?drale la fl?che ?lanc?e
Qui porte en elle leurs ?mes empal?es
*Oh God? merciless
Un fleuve d'une haine noire et immonde
Charrie les corps sans ?mes mur?es
Flacons vides d'un parfum qui sonde
Les gouffres o? s'ab?ment l'id?al tortur?
La source des maux de notre monde
Dans notre esprit emmur?e
Coule d'une fureur qui gronde
Et verse le sang pour perdurer
Our land is the cradle of insanity
Where self mutilation reign upon humanity
Higher rise the tower made of gold
Higher until it reaches our God
The lyrics to Scars of Chaos's song "Merciless" narrate the hope for a world characterized by a sea of scarlet blood. The imagery evokes a sense of violence, as the metal in the sea assaults the angels. The lyrics call for a time when humanity's failure is exposed and they are forced to confront their own filth, maybe as a means for repentance. The lyrics then take a turn and address a God of mercy, wondering who He can bless and if He can feel the pain of His followers. The singer notes that they themselves would have been merciless, reflecting their own lack of mercy towards others. The lyrics continue with critiques on humanity's self-importance and how it leads to their downfall, using the cathedral's steeple as a metaphor for their souls being impaled upon it. The final verse speaks of a river of hateful darkness that carries the bodies of the soulless, only to be emptied into the abyss where the tortured ideal lingers. The crux of the song is how humanity's violence and inability to confront their own shortcomings perpetuates a never-ending cycle of pain and insanity.
Line by Line Meaning
Je rêve d'une mer de sang écarlate
I dream of a sea of crimson blood
Dont le métal assaille jusqu'aux anges
Where the metal assaults even the angels
Qu'enfin l'échec au grand jour éclate
Where failure finally displays itself openly
Quand l'humanité se complait dans sa fange
When humanity revels in its own filth
Oh God of mercy who can you bless?
Oh God of mercy, who can you show favor to?
Do you see those who follow your name?
Do you see the followers of your name?
Can you feel from your saints the pain?
Can you sense the pain of your saints?
I would have been merciless
I would have been without mercy
Bafouant leurs propres idéaux forgés
Disregarding their own ideals
Symboles de leur orgueil démesuré
Symbols of their excessive pride
Comme d'une cathédrale la flèche lancée
Like an arrow launched from a cathedral
Qui porte en elle leurs âmes empalées
Which carries within it their impaled souls
Un fleuve d'une haine noire et immonde
A river of black and vile hatred
Charrie les corps sans âmes murées
Carrying bodies without walled-in souls
Flacons vides d'un parfum qui sonde
Empty vials of a fragrance that probes
Les gouffres où s'abîment l'idéal torturé
The abysses where the tortured ideal falls
La source des maux de notre monde
The source of the ills of our world
Dans notre esprit emmurée
Imprisoned in our minds
Coule d'une fureur qui gronde
Flows from a rumbling fury
Et verse le sang pour perdurer
And spills blood in order to persist
Our land is the cradle of insanity
Our homeland is where madness originates
Where self mutilation reign upon humanity
Where human beings suffer self-mutilation
Higher rise the tower made of gold
Higher and higher rises the tower made of gold
Higher until it reaches our God
Higher, until it reaches our God
Contributed by Savannah B. Suggest a correction in the comments below.