Clutch of Oblivion
Sumac Lyrics
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To the breast are clinging
From that clutch, by fathers torn
And thrust into the blazing fields
Cheeks still wet with cherubs tears
Across earth unscarred
Heavy blades are drawn
Gouges, fathoms deep
Father's seed, Mother's seed
Seeds of war, seeds of lust
Tears of pain
Seem as joyous rapture
We claw, we point
At mutilated loins
Faces pushed into the soil, we are cleansed
We are cleansed
In the clutch of oblivion
"Clutch of Oblivion" by Sumac explores the destructive cycle of violence and suffering that is passed down through generations. The lyrics depict a grim scene where children are torn away from their mothers and thrown into the brutal reality of war. The image of sons weeping in their mothers' arms reflects the pain and helplessness felt by both parties, as they are forcefully separated. This act of tearing away symbolizes the harshness and brutality of the world they are thrust into.
The lyrics go on to describe the aftermath of this separation, as the children find themselves thrust into the midst of a battlefield. The reference to "blazing fields" suggests a war-torn landscape where heavy blades are drawn. This imagery conveys the violence and bloodshed that takes place in war. The line "gouges, fathoms deep, well with blood" describes the deep wounds inflicted by these heavy blades and the resulting welling of blood, emphasizing the intensity and severity of the conflict.
The mention of "Father's seed, Mother's seed" further emphasizes the intergenerational nature of the violence portrayed in the song. It symbolizes how wars are perpetuated by the continuation of offspring who carry on the legacy of their parents' tendencies towards conflict and aggression. The use of the language of "seeds" suggests that these destructive tendencies are deeply ingrained and inherited, passed down from one generation to the next.
The concluding lines, "We claw, we point at mutilated loins, faces pushed into the soil, we are cleansed," depict a disturbing scene of further degradation and violence. The act of clawing and pointing at mutilated loins suggests a barbaric and dehumanizing act, where human beings are reduced to mere objects of violence. The reference to being "cleansed" is particularly unsettling, as it hints at the twisted belief that violence and destruction purify and wash away the sins or hardships of existence. Overall, "Clutch of Oblivion" provides a dark and intense commentary on the cyclical nature of violence and the profound human capacity for cruelty.
Line by Line Meaning
Sons, weep in mothers arms
The sons are crying in their mothers' embrace
To the breast are clinging
They hold onto their mothers' breasts for comfort
From that clutch, by fathers torn
Ripped away from their mothers by their fathers
And thrust into the blazing fields
They are forcefully thrown into the battlefield
Cheeks still wet with cherubs tears
Their cheeks still have the tears of innocent children
Across earth unscarred
The ground they walk on is untouched
Heavy blades are drawn
They wield sharp weapons
Gouges, fathoms deep
Inflicting deep wounds
Well with blood
Blood flows abundantly
Father's seed, Mother's seed
The offspring of both parents
Seeds of war, seeds of lust
They are both products of conflict and desire
Tears of pain
Their crying signifies agony
Seem as joyous rapture
Their suffering seems like pleasurable ecstasy
We claw, we point
They use their hands to attack and accuse
At mutilated loins
They focus on the damaged reproductive organs
Faces pushed into the soil, we are cleansed
Their faces shoved into the ground, they believe it purifies them
We are cleansed
They see their actions as a form of cleansing
In the clutch of oblivion
They are trapped in a state of forgetfulness or ignorance
Writer(s): Aaron Turner, Nick Yacyshyn, Brian Cook, Aaron Bradford Turner
Contributed by Miles S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Alan Velazquez
Sons, weep in mothers arms
To the breast are clinging
From that clutch, by fathers torn
And thrust into the bla-blazing fields
Cheeks still wet with cherubs tears
Across Earth, unscarred
Heavy blades are drawn
Gouges, fathoms deep
Well with blood
Father's seed, mother's seed
Seeds of war, seeds of lust
Tears of pain
Seem as joyous rapture
We claw, we point
At mutilated loins
Faces pushed into the soil
We are cleansed
We are cleansed
In the clutch of oblivion
Fatso 4gotso
My favourite Metal band of all time, absolutely disgusting riffs and phenomenal live !
Alan Velazquez
Sons, weep in mothers arms
To the breast are clinging
From that clutch, by fathers torn
And thrust into the bla-blazing fields
Cheeks still wet with cherubs tears
Across Earth, unscarred
Heavy blades are drawn
Gouges, fathoms deep
Well with blood
Father's seed, mother's seed
Seeds of war, seeds of lust
Tears of pain
Seem as joyous rapture
We claw, we point
At mutilated loins
Faces pushed into the soil
We are cleansed
We are cleansed
In the clutch of oblivion
soy roos
My kind of lullaby! Waiting for the new album!
Samu P
One of the best fucking band of this century
Mārcis
4.01 Nick ... this guy is so creative.
Stuart Fishman
Getting the new album May You Be Held on Tuesday. Very excited......
smokabababylon
WOW, quelle claque.
euthanasie
The fucking groove digs holes in my head. FUCK.
Michael Allessio
These guys are a fucking serious ass band.
RC
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