This is one of the few songs that reaches me without having any idea what the lyrics mean. I've tried, though...
It has an air of undefeatable purpose ("For the love of all gods/Our gas hed marches on"), especially when the spirituality of the writers is taken into consideration. Every time I here it it procures a different image, but the most persistent is that of the tragic hero. The person searching, the angry son avenging a murdered father; the knight on a quest ("A star amongst his clan"). Yet it's also a contrast between the hero with a cause and the singular psychopathic urge for revenge. In places you think the crusade must be a good one ("When they lanced his skull/There was pus and light"), and yet you still see waste of life that results ("make your photographs black","It's the memory that dies")
This is one of the few songs that reaches me without having any idea what the lyrics mean. I've tried, though...
It has an air of undefeatable purpose ("For the love of all gods/Our gas hed marches on"), especially when the spirituality of the writers is taken into consideration. Every time I here it it procures a different image, but the most persistent is that of the tragic hero. The person searching, the angry son avenging a murdered father; the knight on a quest ("A star amongst his clan"). Yet it's also a contrast between the hero with a cause and the singular psychopathic urge for revenge. In places you think the crusade must be a good one ("When they lanced his skull/There was pus and light"), and yet you still see waste of life that results ("make your photographs black","It's the memory that dies")