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Video 'Garden of the Grieving Mother' by Nicolas Cage Fighter, taken from the album 'I Watched You Burn', released September 12 through Bleeding Art Collective / Blood Blast Distribution
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Credits:
Artwork by: Giannis Nakos (@remedyartdesign)
Motion Design by: Taigan Harris for Bleeding Art Collective
Mixed and Mastered: Christian Donaldson
Assistant Engineer: Dominic Grimard
GARDEN OF THE GRIEVING MOTHER:
Do you feel the tremors below?
We will all be consumed by the Earth.
In the garden of the grieving mother the tree of life bears tainted fruit, a carcinogenic offering to the remaining inhabitants of this wasteland.
Within the walls of the palace of Eden a malignant creation is born, parasitic in nature, feeding on the souls of the damned is its only purpose.
Maggots gorge upon the flesh, burrowing beneath the skin.
Stripping away the essence of humanity from these mindless monstrosities.
Once the purist creation, now only a grim reminder of the horrendous atrocities that we have committed.
God has abandoned us.
Mother nature reclaim what is yours.
I spare no second thought for the withered corpses at my feet.
These fucking leeches are encroaching on my territory.
Now meet your maker, your impending death.
Our time’s upon us, no-one will be saved.
From atop the steeple she turns to face us, and with a single fell swoop she cleanses the earth.
Choked by the vines, lost in the static, everything that once lived on Earth - sentenced to death.
The infection courses through my veins.
I’m rotting away in this prison of the mind.
The time is upon us to accept that this is the end.
Let balance be restored to this fragile world.
My spirit is willing but these weary bones can no longer bear the weight of a lifetime of persecution and senseless violence for another moment.
Eternally sentenced to linger in the space between this world and whatever lies ahead, I can only watch on in hopelessness as the bodies around me return to the earth.
In the garden of the grieving mother the bodies around me return to the earth.
In the garden of the grieving mother the bodies around me return to the earth.
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Credits:
Artwork by: Giannis Nakos (@remedyartdesign)
Motion Design by: Taigan Harris for Bleeding Art Collective
Mixed and Mastered: Christian Donaldson
Assistant Engineer: Dominic Grimard
GARDEN OF THE GRIEVING MOTHER:
Do you feel the tremors below?
We will all be consumed by the Earth.
In the garden of the grieving mother the tree of life bears tainted fruit, a carcinogenic offering to the remaining inhabitants of this wasteland.
Within the walls of the palace of Eden a malignant creation is born, parasitic in nature, feeding on the souls of the damned is its only purpose.
Maggots gorge upon the flesh, burrowing beneath the skin.
Stripping away the essence of humanity from these mindless monstrosities.
Once the purist creation, now only a grim reminder of the horrendous atrocities that we have committed.
God has abandoned us.
Mother nature reclaim what is yours.
I spare no second thought for the withered corpses at my feet.
These fucking leeches are encroaching on my territory.
Now meet your maker, your impending death.
Our time’s upon us, no-one will be saved.
From atop the steeple she turns to face us, and with a single fell swoop she cleanses the earth.
Choked by the vines, lost in the static, everything that once lived on Earth - sentenced to death.
The infection courses through my veins.
I’m rotting away in this prison of the mind.
The time is upon us to accept that this is the end.
Let balance be restored to this fragile world.
My spirit is willing but these weary bones can no longer bear the weight of a lifetime of persecution and senseless violence for another moment.
Eternally sentenced to linger in the space between this world and whatever lies ahead, I can only watch on in hopelessness as the bodies around me return to the earth.
In the garden of the grieving mother the bodies around me return to the earth.
In the garden of the grieving mother the bodies around me return to the earth.
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