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BTM IS BACK! And with their new single “Black Hole“ the band also introduce their new singer! Listen now: Song written by Betraying The Martyrs Drums recorded by H.K at Vamacara Studios Produced by Lucas D'angelo Mixed by Lucas D'angelo Mastered by Ermin Hamidovic Additional Strings Arrangement Simon Meuret ▶ Subscribe & activate the 🔔 ▶ more news here 💌 ➡️ Follow BETRAYING THE MARTYRS Facebook : Instagram : Twitter : ➡️ Follow OUT OF LINE Facebook : Insta : Twitter : Video Filmed and edited by Pavel Trebukhin BTS by Mathilde Miossec Make up artist Aurore Angelique Drone operator Gaspard Charpentier VFX Aleksandr Muzychenko Big thank you to Le Hangar à dirigeables d'Ecausseville and Chloé comte. Listen to our playlists on Spotify, Apple Music, Deezer and YouTube Music: 🎧 ZEITGEIST : 🎧 New Releases : 🎧 Dark'n'Heavy : LYRICS : Carved up like a tree Nothing left for you to see Stationary fate, life is getting late Nothing left for you to see Imprisoned and fooled Lies the hermit alone Cursed by the fire Thought to be home Each time I cut off one head, Two more grow back. Nothing left for you to see. Can you hear me falling into a black hole? My screams fading in the void As I try to break the wind I shall be reborn I sold my soul And the price was never fair Inhaling your scent Has left me gasping for air This isn't dead And I'm afraid of who I turned out to be Now I know These roots have taken hold of me Unsure of what comes next, Panting on the slopes Chaos unmatched As the journey unfolds This was doomed all along The river poisoned at the source I'm sick of cutting heads And watch them grow to haunt me again This time I aim for the heart I shall be reborn. Can you hear me falling into a black hole? My screams fading in the void As I try to break the wind. Can you hear me falling into a black hole My screams fading in the void As I finally break the wind I shall be reborn Carved up like a tree Nothing left for you to see Stationary fate, life is getting late Nothing left for you to see Imprisoned and fooled Lies the hermit alone Cursed by the fire Thought to be home Each time I cut off one head, Two more grow back. Nothing left for you to see.
