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The Black Dahlia Murder's title track for "Nightbringers." Directed, shot, and edited by Vince Edwards with additional footage by Taso Z, and James Pesature for Magnetar Studio.

Any band that has earned an army of devout followers through dropping seven killer full-lengths - and touring their collective ass off for sixteen years - could perhaps be forgiven for thinking they could take it easy as they wade into their eighth release. But that's just not The Black Dahlia Murder's style, and Nightbringers is testament to that. Having released their most accomplished, aggressive, and emotionally diverse music to date in the form of 2015's Abysmal, the Michigan quintet have once more pushed themselves to new heights, and the 34 minutes of searing melodic death metal that comprises Nightbringers is riveting listening. "I always feel a responsibility to the people who support this band when we start making a new record," asserts vocalist Trevor Strnad. "The pressure that comes from people being excited to hear what you come up with next can be intimidating, but it's so exciting that those people love you so much for just doing what you do. It makes you want to honor what you've done in the past, but also excite them with where you go next, and that definitely drove us on 'Nightbringers'. When we started writing I honestly didn't know we had this album in us, and I feel really proud of it. It's a great moment for us."

LYRICS:
This time it’s war
ghouls attack the church
crush the trinity dead
they'll try to board the windows
but there’s too much glass and gold
to hell you’ve sold your souls for seven silver coins
and every child you’ve defiled
religion hangs and we are the tiers of the noose
the blackened bearer of truth
onward we fight yank the deadened Christ-pig right off of that cross
stab in him in the side again its none of our loss
this time no more feeble minds will not be hypnotized by their disease
behold infinite bringers of the night
black flame of Satan burning foul and bright
we kindred bringers of the night
your blood our sweet delight
ye unholy fiends from depths of black
turn every fucking cross you see to hell
defecate in holy waters
instill much fear and poison every well
unholy fiends driven by will
the time has come to see their christ is killed
his fabrications muted dead and gone
we’ll sing this song forever or until legion six hundred sixty six
no evangelist shall stand before me
bury his memory into black
and with might attack all who oppose
you will behold infinite
bringers of the night
black flame of Satan burning foul and bright
we kindred bringers of the night
your blood our sweet delight

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