The COVID-19 pandemic may have compelled Lamb of God to push back the release date of their highly anticipated self-titled full-length, but the Virginian metal powerhouse is still pumping out new music. Fresh off the news that the LP won’t be dropping until June 19th (it was originally scheduled for May 8th), LOG have offered up “New Colossal Hate,” the excoriating third single off the album, which will be their first release with drummer Art Cruz, who replaced founding member Chris Adler full-time last summer.
“‘New Colossal Hate’ came out of our very first writing session in Maine,” guitarist Willie Adler said of the song’s composition. “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.”
Thematically, “New Colossal Hate” sees singer Randy Blythe tackling the politics of division, particularly, the “othering” of marginalized people. Check out the new song — and read its biting lyrics — below.
“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.
