They added the B.C. in order to avoid any legal complications with bands already using the name "Bison".
Dark Towers
Bison B.C. Lyrics
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Dark powers, die slower
Gears turning, souls burning
Hearts breaking
Dark towers, grave diggers
Sick fuckers, kill lovers
Blood running, flames rising
In the belly of the beast
Bastards bloated form the feast
Walking through this land of death
Are we wasting our last breath
We hear the prophets call
When the profits fall
All will soon be gone
The lyrics to Bison B.C.'s song "Dark Towers" presents a bleak and ominous picture of the world. The imagery of dark towers, grave robbers, dark powers, and sick fuckers killing lovers set the tone for a world that is in chaos and ruled by death. The lyrics speak of the gears turning and souls burning, which suggests that there is a machine-like quality to the world's destruction that is relentless and unstoppable.
The lyrics also suggest that there is a sense of hopelessness in the world, as the hearts are breaking and the death is swarming. The line "In the belly of the beast, bastards bloated from the feast" is particularly effective in conveying the sense of despair that the lyrics evoke. The idea of being trapped in the belly of a beast that is consuming everything around it, leaving nothing but bloated corpses in its wake, is a powerful metaphor for the world that the lyrics describe.
The overall message of the song seems to be a warning about the inevitable consequences of greed and destruction. The prophets call out to those who are willing to listen, warning them of the coming destruction. But when the profits fall, all will soon be gone. This suggests that the world is on a collision course with disaster, and that there may be little that can be done to stop it.
Line by Line Meaning
Dark towers, grave robbers
The ominous presence of towering structures mixed with the morbidity of people stealing from graves
Dark powers, die slower
The malevolent forces in control are struggling to maintain their grip and power
Gears turning, souls burning
Machinery both physical and psychological that causes intense suffering and anguish
Hearts breaking
The loss of hope and love, leading to emotional devastation
Dark towers, grave diggers
More dark towers, now with people openly robbing graves and further desecrating the dead
Sick fuckers, kill lovers
Those in power will go to any disgusting extreme to ruin the lives of those who dare to love
Blood running, flames rising
Violence and destruction escalating, creating a fiery hellscape full of bloodshed
Death swarming
Death is all around, closing in on everyone and everything
In the belly of the beast
Trapped in the midst of an uncontrollable and terrifying situation
Bastards bloated from the feast
Those in power have feasted on the destruction they have caused, becoming swollen with a grotesque amount of power
Walking through this land of death
Continuing on through a place where death is inevitable and constant
Are we wasting our last breath
A contemplation of whether or not anything one does in this doomed land actually matters
We hear the prophets call
Desperately seeking guidance or hope in a situation that appears beyond hope
When the profits fall
When the wicked in control lose their wealth and power, they too will suffer greatly
All will soon be gone
Inevitable and complete destruction is on the horizon
Contributed by Sydney E. Suggest a correction in the comments below.