Dead Angels On Ice
Skyclad Lyrics


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Mother I'm so sorry for this thing I've gone and done,
But surely you'll forgive me after all I am your son.
Live to race thrill of the chase to me was all that mattered,
As we crash I hit the dash my baby face is shattered.

We are dead angels dead angels on ice.

Once upon a Tyne we stood in line
Minds so numb and bored.
Now we're lying still (always will),
Just chillin' in the morgue.
Kicking cans, little clans, windy streets, grey estates,




We earn our wings and pluck harp strings
Ramraiding through the Pearly Gates.

Overall Meaning

The first two lines of Skyclad's "Dead Angels on Ice" are haunting, indicating a tragedy that has befallen the singer. The lines suggest prescience, as if the singer knows he is going to do something terrible that will cost him his life. The singer says sorry to his mother, hoping that she will forgive him in the end, revealing a huge sense of guilt. The following two lines indicate the mode of the tragedy: the thrill of doing something dangerous and exciting-an addiction to adrenaline rushes that has gone horribly wrong.


In the second paragraph, the singer reminiscences of Grey Estates where he and his clan led a spunky life by racing and other thrills. In this place, they were nothing more than statues, having a sense of nihilism. Now with the singer among the dead, they all end up in the morgue, taking their final rest. As they have been killed in a car accident, the singer's bent baby face has been shattered in contrast to the serenity that lies around them; they are "dead angels." They passed away doing what they believed was fun, but this has left them lifeless, lying uncomfortably cold and still as they become onlookers to the world.


Line by Line Meaning

Mother I'm so sorry for this thing I've gone and done,
I apologize to my mother for my actions that led to my death.


But surely you'll forgive me after all I am your son.
I hope that as her son, my mother will forgive me for my mistakes.


Live to race thrill of the chase to me was all that mattered,
I was obsessed with racing and the excitement it brought me.


As we crash I hit the dash my baby face is shattered.
In the car crash, my face was badly injured and disfigured.


We are dead angels dead angels on ice.
We died in the crash and our bodies are now in the morgue.


Once upon a Tyne we stood in line
At one point in time, we waited in line on the River Tyne.


Minds so numb and bored.
We were mentally unstimulated and uninterested.


Now we're lying still (always will),
Now that we're dead, we'll remain motionless forever.


Just chillin' in the morgue.
Our bodies are now stored in the morgue.


Kicking cans, little clans, windy streets, grey estates,
We used to wander around aimlessly in dreary neighborhoods.


We earn our wings and pluck harp strings
We are now angels in heaven playing the harp.


Ramraiding through the Pearly Gates.
We entered heaven in a chaotic and reckless manner.




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