Southern Lord Records | Darkest Hour - This Is The Truth @SouthernLord | Uploaded 7 years ago | Updated 1 day ago
Drawing from the bands 21 years’ experience, this album is set to solidify Darkest Hour’s legacy as a metal power house. Raw as all hell, musically complex, melodic, yet cutting with razor blade precision, Darkest Hour’s 9th full length record, "Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora" is fierce and hungry for blood.
http://southernlord.com/releases/view/godless-prophets-and-the-migrant-flora
darkesthoursl.bandcamp.com/releases
http://officialdarkesthour.com
"This Is The Truth"
The day after dawn
The knight moves on the pawn
Why are we so violent
To grasp at the unknown
Because there’s so much
That we can’t see
Not your prophet your muse or your comedy
Tragic endings sad defeats
A monument to the guilty
They brought this disease
The truth never sleeps
Cold and lifeless suspended belief
Blinded unable to breathe
The royal blood
The tired sheep
Arcane cursing death
Nihilistic innocence is gone
I’ve been consumed
Now I’ve lost all desire
I lost myself in the choir
Never once never give it the
Pleasure of power
Alone in it’s tower
I’ve lost the will to lie to myself
I’ve been to hell I’ve seen the ruse
This is the truth
We’re all being used
Drawing from the bands 21 years’ experience, this album is set to solidify Darkest Hour’s legacy as a metal power house. Raw as all hell, musically complex, melodic, yet cutting with razor blade precision, Darkest Hour’s 9th full length record, "Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora" is fierce and hungry for blood.
http://southernlord.com/releases/view/godless-prophets-and-the-migrant-flora
darkesthoursl.bandcamp.com/releases
http://officialdarkesthour.com
"This Is The Truth"
The day after dawn
The knight moves on the pawn
Why are we so violent
To grasp at the unknown
Because there’s so much
That we can’t see
Not your prophet your muse or your comedy
Tragic endings sad defeats
A monument to the guilty
They brought this disease
The truth never sleeps
Cold and lifeless suspended belief
Blinded unable to breathe
The royal blood
The tired sheep
Arcane cursing death
Nihilistic innocence is gone
I’ve been consumed
Now I’ve lost all desire
I lost myself in the choir
Never once never give it the
Pleasure of power
Alone in it’s tower
I’ve lost the will to lie to myself
I’ve been to hell I’ve seen the ruse
This is the truth
We’re all being used