Fresh off the unveiling of their limited-edition cover of Revolver's Spring 2020 Issue, and the release of their "Ghost Walker" signature non-alcoholic beer, Lamb of God have unleashed the third single off the band's highly anticipated eighth studio album, the aptly titled "New Colossal Hate." The song, which arrives paired with a striking lyric video, tackles the politics of division and the pervasive "othering" of marginalized people: "The melting pot is melting down," LOG vocalist Randy Blythe roars, the no-holds-barred instrumentation perfectly complementing his outrage. Check out the hard-hitting lyrics below.
"'New Colossal Hate' came out of our very first writing session in Maine," guitarist Willie Adler commented of the song. "Mark [Morton, guitar], our producer Josh Wilbur and I were at a super cool studio in South Windham called Halo. An absolutely beautiful spot run by some of the best people I've ever met. I'm pretty sure 'New Colossal Hate' grew from a few different demos I had. You know, like parts of car. However, as it started to take shape, it quickly became my favorite song on the record. Please enjoy this banger of a tune. It holds a very special place in my heart."
LOG recently rescheduled the release of their forthcoming self-titled album — which was originally set to drop on May 8th — to June 19th in light of the COVID-19 pandemic. The record is available for pre-order now.
"New Colossal Hate" lyrics:
The mother of exiles stands there weeping
As her children tear themselves apart
Knives are out, her thoughts are bleeding
Blood runs down her welcoming arms
Her feral brood has turned neglectful
The chains she broke are rusting closed
Imprisoned lightning burns forgetful
Spoiled blind to the light that she holds.
Lash the tired and kill the poor
The huddled masses ram the door.
The new colossal hate arises
Savage ways, old horizons
Hate Arises.
Like brazen giants with conquering limbs
The herd manifesting all that she despised
Childish amnesia born of privilege
Selfish mob commits matricide
Her mild gaze gone stern, fire in her eyes
Watching her dreams turn into dust
The beacon dropped, her hand raised up to strike
Cast them homeless into the tempest.
Lash the tired and kill the poor.
The coddled masses slam the golden door.
The new colossal hate arises
Savage ways, old horizons
Out of one a warring many
A dirty mirror shows the enemy
New colossal hate arises.
Broken hope.
The melting pot is melting down
A pool of slag on poisoned ground
Choking from the venom's sting
Pull the fangs, let freedom ring.
