Visions Of Psychic Dismemberment
Spectral Voice Lyrics


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Blood pulses outward
Libation to NIGHT

Thrust into depths
Commanded by my Self
oblation to BLACKNESS
How cold is it?
Astral haruspices
Bowels ejected!
Pained screams

Indefinite streams of red
Currents pour out a sea of blood
From me

At last
I gaze inside the pit of Self




My shadows suffocate
I die again

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Spectral Voice's song, Visions of Psychic Dismemberment, are a disturbing and introspective exploration of the darkest recesses of the human psyche. The opening lines, "Blood pulses outward, Libation to NIGHT," set the tone for the macabre journey that follows. The singer is thrust into the depths of their own psyche, commanded by their own self, and making an oblation to the BLACKNESS that resides within. The question posed in the lines, "How cold is it?" is the poetical representation of the chilling and isolating emptiness that accompanies the journey into the depths of one's soul.


The next verse describes the harrowing images that the singer sees as they delve deeper into their psyche. The phrase "Astral haruspices" refers to the ritualistic practice of ancient Roman fortune-tellers, who would examine the entrails of animals to interpret omens. In this context, the phrase implies that the singer is examining their own entrails to decipher their fate. The resulting "bowels ejected" and "pained screams" demonstrate the agony that accompanies such an exploration of the self. The "indefinite streams of red" and "currents pour out a sea" are graphic descriptions of the release of literal or metaphorical blood and the pouring out of life force.


At last, the singer is confronted with the dark pit of despair that they have been descending into. They gaze inside, and their very shadows seem to suffocate them. With the line "I die again," the song concludes on a note of finality, as if the exploration of the self has led to the death of the ego.


Line by Line Meaning

Blood pulses outward
The blood flows out from the body


Libation to NIGHT
A ritualistic offering to the darkness


Thrust into depths
Pushed into a deep state of consciousness


Commanded by my Self
Controlled by one's own mind


oblation to BLACKNESS
A dedication to the void


How cold is it?
A question about the chilling nature of the experience


Astral haruspices
Divination from the entrails of the cosmos


Bowels ejected!
Intense physical and emotional stress causing the bowels to empty


Pained screams
Agonizing cries of suffering


Indefinite streams of red
Eternal and countless rivers of blood flowing outward


Currents pour out a sea of blood
The flow of blood resembling an ocean


From me
Out of my own physical and mental state


At last
Finally reaching an end point


I gaze inside the pit of Self
Looking deeply into one's own psyche


My shadows suffocate
The darkness inside smothers and consumes the person


I die again
Experiencing a figurative or literal death




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