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“Well mother what the war did to my legs and to my tongue...” Second version of hell. We’re a little deeper now, Ingratitude. The group push great boulders around, eyes gouged, legs festered. He speaks, but with half a tongue, pleadingly.
Second Chorus: Once again, like a 6-shooter revolver, the world spins and the band plays on into its next circle. Playing for a concert of demons, the damned in the background carrying boulders on their backs, circling a never ending mountain, they play on as flames rise.
Third Chorus: Another revolution of the screen after “That’s right.” Anger. Pure violence. Eternal combat plays in the background as the band falls ever further into the pit. Swords swing, the gnashing of teeth, the pure essence of malevolence plays on.
Bridge: Now the band keeps falling without stopping, slamming into each layer of dirt and earth, background scenery changing in some parts. The winds of souls, like ribbon flow behind them. The lustful gusts blowing, the violent fighting, until finally...
Cold darkness. She comes into view on screen. Three heads, blue, but with a sweet voice. Mama, so it were. The devil himself, sung as the mother, in an homage to the art style of Pink Floyd’s, “The Wall.” She reaches out sweetly, but the heads in the ice tell a different story.
The final verse: Gerard and team play on in their final destination, almost defiantly, as if rejecting their reality. The multiple circles come back to screen, like ghosts, reminding them how far they’ve fallen. This being their final stand...
The beast writhes, refusing to give in. One by one she swallows up the band members, getting chewed up and spit out with each passing moment, furious and enraged...
Until finally, as the song peters out, and Gerard, being the last member, screams out, he is picked up, swallowed out, and we land on him, sobbing, head also in ice, surrounded by his fellow traitors and cohorts.
And that’s it. That’s my fever dream of a music video I would have made oh so long ago. I hope you enjoyed that ride.
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