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Darkest Hour
Darkest Hour


Информация
Откуда Washington, D.C., United States
Жанры Melodic Death Metal
Metalcore
Годы 1995—н.в.
Лейблы Victory Records
E1 Music
Сайт Website
Состав
John Henry
Mike Schleibaum
Paul Burnette
Ryan Parrish
Mike Carrigan
Бывшие участники
Matt Maben
Raul Mayorga
Billups Allen
Fred Ziomek
Mike Garrity
Tommy Gun
Kris Norris



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Альбом Darkest Hour


Deliver Us (10.07.2007)
10.07.2007
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The Light At The Edge Of The World
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You are the only one with ability to turn this tide
With capacity to learn the truth and burn the lies
That signalize our disgust

So come with me
I'll be your doomsayer
And show you everything
That you'll never see
Behind borrowed eyes

You're living in the end
You're not alone
Decrepit monuments sit on their own thrones
The crushing weight
Relentless in its pull
Resist!
Or be diluted with the rest

All we are
Leads us to inherent insurgence
It leads you to deceive yourself
When you believe you've been bled dry

And aren't you sick of waiting
Waiting for nothing
Facilitating all your demons
Staring at the sun
I watched it rise and collide
With this dream where I had stopped

Living in the past
Stopped living with that crash/burn longing
It'll pass
It brings you to your knees
Reliving that same nightmare where you realize...

You are the only one with ability to turn this tide
With capacity to learn the truth and burn the lies
That signalize our disgust

So come with me
I'll be your doomsayer
And show you everything
That you'll never see
Behind borrowed eyes

And who can save you?
Not their gods and not their masters
And who will free you?
Look in the mirror

So come with me
I'll be your doomsayer
And show you everything
That you'll never see
Behind borrowed eyes

. . .


On dawn of the day I arose to the thunder again
the pounding in my head
it doesn't seem to phase me
how every scream the pretend not to hear echoes through me
standing, complacently waiting
I try to tell myself
our lives are worth more than this
so give me a chance to take it all back,
I'll show you that I'm worth more than your pittance or pity
it's a spit in the face
so don't even try to explain
the earth shakes beneath my feet
and as these buildings
they crumble around me
I call out if you can hear me
come and let me out,
oh please break me out!
and give me sanctuary
you know this whole world knows
you won't be satisfied 'til you fill up another cemetery
it's all a game to you
we won't be fooled by you into thinking that it's easy,
nobody said this would be easy to swallow or process or fake
and dark will be the day when I elude their desires
no longer will I be..

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You and me, we're the same
Asking for more
More than the numbing existence
Offered us all

What did they say? What did they do?
To make you crawl back in
Despite everything that you've been through
You're still right here
Where I left you

We can lift up our heads to the sky
Find all of those strings that they're pulling
And keep from falling back
Into our old rhythmic poses
Turning us into machines

And one of these days, we'll no longer betray
Ourselves in any way
We won't all look the same way down
And one of these days, we'll no longer betray
Ourselves in any way
And we'll all take the same way out

And all these illusions
Dropped on a sea of believers
Crowding around as they hunt me down
And throw me out
While all the rest of the others
Bang their heads in the trenches

And one of these days, we'll no longer betray
Ourselves in any way
We won't all look the same way down
And one of these, days we'll no longer betray
Ourselves in any way
And we'll all take the same way out

So don't give up on me
We can be still pretend
This is all just a game
That'll work itself out in the end

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Crossed out of our mindscapes
we're frozen in the time
stretched around your face a mask
a clever disguise ever
so enticing this corroding chemical synapse
spawn of a beast
an ethereal drain tatters on the brink
burst into a cloud of spores
explode into the atmosphere
weaving our lives with chaotic design siphons
what's left inside
suppress us
impress us with subtle delusions
and life-like proportions
bled into one another plagiarize
our dreams
a rift in eternity
all encompassing within it's entirety..
baptized in fire
leeching the underbelly
tired traditions
retired a discord within the choir
so sing the praise with your noiseless voices and pass the blame in the age of distorted reality
refined relief in chaos unleashed we find release

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These solemn words whispered in a haze
Could you even see me standing there
All wrapped up in insecurities that
Won't stop spilling out all over me

And in your eyes, I see so much more
Than that place you always go back to
You can pull yourself away from
That face that constantly haunts you

A graceful approach that you carry on
And carry yourself in such a way
That could never be recreated

And in your eyes, I see so much more
Than that place you always go back to
You can pull yourself away from
That face that constantly haunts you

We're in too deep, go back to sleep
If this feels too synthetic, then it's all been a dream
Calling on our contracts
Controlled, contained under pressure

So fall forward into me and let it all pour out
You owe this to yourself and there's only one way out

And in your eyes, I see so much more
Than that place you always go back to
You can pull yourself away from
That face that constantly haunts you

So rest your head and close your eyes
Just one more step till we're over the edge

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The Light At The Edge Of The World

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All their reign falls to the earth just the same
so turn and look the other way
because you're a failure time and again

and you can try to black it out stomp the fire out,
fuck your tail and run don't move and inch your war pig fuck,
you just stand right there and receive your judgment

All their reign falls to the earth just the same
and even as I waste there words on you and your mock reality,
you'll still go down in history see:
stupid spoiled little shit nearly wiped us out

and by the time that you realize the damage you've
done you'll be long fucking gone, you coward you puppet

All their reign falls to the earth just the same
and you can try to black it out stomp the fire out,
fuck your tail and run don't move and inch your war pig fuck,
you just stand right there and receive your judgment

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On the threshold of life as we know
in a chasm cascading to the core
where nothing seems real anymore
in between the obtuse and obscene

so let the rains come down and explore
the possibility that it all ended that day,
and like all you dark clouds you sceptics
denying your true nature look away

past the concrete and the steel
flowing down to the valley below
drawn out for 99 years
splitting the seas
this terrestrial being

so let the rains come down and explore
the possibility that it all ended that day,
and like all you dark clouds you sceptics
denying your true nature look away

dormant beneath us what was will be
dwelling within us what is will be no more
and maybe it's not all what we built it up to be
sustaining scientific prophecy

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We keep drifting on and on
across this barren wasteland
seared earth laid waste
on another plane of existence

blinding brilliant light
alludes to the illusion of serenity
so show me what it takes
to fall asleep on the eve of destruction

set ablaze like the plague in our brooding creations
look up and align with the fire in the skies

blinding brilliant light
alludes to the illusion of serenity
so show me what it takes
to fall asleep on the eve of destruction

cracked with the drought
something amiss in the bleak blissed out
song in our heads
completely depleted

blinding brilliant light
alludes to the illusion of serenity
so show me what it takes
to fall asleep on the eve of destruction

flashing fading in and out showered in sweet redemption
that final glimpse into abyss on the brink of eruption

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Call it our nature or call it what you will
automatic, trapped in the undercurrent
presumed an unstoppable force
through the ages spilled onto pages

shine on you non-believers
you can call it colossal upheaval
when we wake up from our induced slumber
they can try but they can't conquer us all

compelling evidence out in the open
there's not even anybody to hide it from
what it looks like on the outside constantly
reflects how we perceive it
and it's not always what you think

shine on you non-believers
you can call it colossal upheaval
when we wake up from our induced slumber
they can try but they can't conquer us all

knee deep in the belly of the beast
offering us another cut-rate version
of your dream come true

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This world is dying everyday
don't let it come between us
our fate has traveled this far
and now the storm brings us faster to a close
brimming with pathetic prose

vacate your stolen hearts
as if nobody's seen us
and empty out your pockets
you needn't bring
anything where we're going

and to think we created this monster
crawling in and walking out on us
to think that we craft our own disasters
falling in and falling out of hope

don't leave me, I need this
unleashed and unafraid, us castaways
calling out release us, propelling towards
insidious decay at an alarming rate

and to think we created this monster
crawling in and walking out on us
to think that we craft our own disasters
falling in and falling out of hope

don't leave me, give me release
don't sink down into defeat
only when you're through fleeing
can you save yourself deliver us

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Those haunting consequences
left the spoiled taste of regret in my mouth
left to work it out alone
and when you fell asleep
did you think of me?
this is the closing of the day
and you escaped before I could reach out to you
those crippled memories all surge inside a lifeless mind
passing time won't reconcile a sickness with no name
an antidote that won't bring you back
and as you draw your final breathe,
please forgive me I
will never forget you.

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