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Storytelling Videos: Crib45 – Into The Abyss


The Finnish post-metal band Crib45 have accurately captured what’s going on in many countries around the world (and on the internet) in their new video; the increasing fear of certain foreign cultures mixing with their own, the hateful attitude towards human beings that have been forced against their will to escape from a land of war and despair, or human beings that have done nothing wrong but to break old fashioned societal norms. I fully understand and share the frustration, my heart cries together with every individual who have been treated unjustly and inhumanly. Blood was shed instead of tears…

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Storytelling Videos: A Forest Of Stars – Gatherer Of The Pure


He’s a man of the world, but his is a small world,
being a world whirled and whipped inside a filth caked skull.
All a dalliance in delusion, all dreamed down in narcotic seclusion,
he peeps all askance through all and sundry;
three dimension unreality his fourth dimension play-day.
All eternity a rainy Sunday.
He, a builder of worlds in dreams.
He, a destroyer of worlds in dreams.

Feculent plots / hatch / fester / fry.
Subsistence burnt black, effulguent brain pan besmirched.
Labours of love ladled into ravenous toilet bowl of life.
All lost souls to feat upon fresh hot meal of voided bowel.
He, a leacher of colour. He, a void in sanity.
A poisoner of the well, instiller of winter’s gray flavour.
A spasmed spatter of the obvious, a-soiling gleaming uncertainty.

On a lonely wander through twisting streets of Yonder,
his one good eye spying, prying, a shadow play for yesterdays.
All tomorrows, all yesterdays today,
Carrion Crow, pinch-faced proprietor of this sorry sideshow.
Roll up, roll up! Crack cranks his codeine calliope,
all is vibrant colour without his vermined bone box.
All within, bleak nothing – all without to pay homage, at his insistence.
Cosmic keys broken in twisting locks of lost infinities.
His worlds all a-fire now, a Lucifer turning in listless circles,
before landing in the dry hay of thoughts half-remembered.

Evensong their last song.
Pray for the prey! Sing for your supper!
Funeral pyres for one and all today.
As hand of God to give,
as hand of God to take away.

Storytelling Videos: Karnivool – We Are


I know there’s something wrong stop making it up
We’re too proud to see we’ve lost more than our trust
And now there’s nothing left, well’s dead and dried up
Its disease has left a foul taste in our cup
It just keeps on flowing
And we drift on knowing
It just keeps on flowing
This babble from our mouth

Who we are I fear most of the time
Carry on shuffling in order and in line
Who we are I fear most of the time
Carry on whipping boy, stare into the light
Stare into the light
And it feels familiar for good reason

I want us to break the case we’re in
With one of the tools of this catatonic skin
Remove all the parts
I want us to face the shape we’re in
A world of confusion awaits our sons and kin
Lets reset it all
Lets reset it all

Well it stings and it hurts, is this how it’s meant to be
Well it stings and it hurts, is this how it’s meant to be
Well it stings and it hurts, a small price to pay to be
In control and rebirth what our future’s meant to be

Who we are I fear most of the time
So carry on whipping boy, stare into the light
I want us to face the shape we’re in
A world of confusion awaits our sons and kin
Let’s reset it all (We are, we are, we are)
Let’s reset it all (We are, we are, we are)

These words of wisdom come with lack of vision
(We are, we are, we are)
This is the first day I’ve ever had to stand and witness
These words of wisdom come with lack of vision