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Solace Of Requiem - Soiling The Fields Of Putridity (CENSORED)
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This video was entirely self-made on a very small budget. We hope you enjoy what we have created.... The men in gasmasks represent the pioneers of science, technology, hard work and progress. They also represent the many martyrs of science that have sacrificed so much in the name of logic and reason. The shrouded figure represents organized religion and its paralyzing veil of ignorance, apathy and segregation. The Slave Girls represent the innocent victims that are born into a society that has enslaved them without their consent nor their knowledge. The Slave Master represents the false prophets and self-proclaimed deities that have used their dogma to advocate oppression and barbaric behavior. The landscapes represent the common reality we all share with each of the groups represented within them. In essence, the landscapes offer an insight into the true reality, which is ultimately left unchanged.

LYRICS:
Dripping and rotten, the fields come to bear
Decay and fermentation, saturated crops of reeking gore
The yield now soaken and splayed, releasing seeds
From pods of putrefaction, submerged into the rot now stratify

Stretching limbs of disease, skin sheeted leaves
Rooted system entrenched in the bowls of a bog
Like the hands of a god
It reaches to breed, red raining reeds
Germinate in coagulation
Thriving

Tilling the putrid rows, soiling the veins
Culling the mutilation, to cultivate the epoch of defloration
The tending of the fields, depraved, the incarnation
Sapped from the bleeding moors, Pure essence leaking down below the rot

Be damned or heed my every word, you will be judged
I have no tolerance once warning is observed, let it be known
I've walked alone these fields which none have come to pass, I have been judged
I've bathed within these moors and swallowed all their wrath, I am unclean

Hollow, the glands are maturing
They'll plummet under once the fields have been soiled
Organic paste, of waste, this bio obscene fertilizer
Digested into the base will cause, blooming

Dripping and rotten, the fields come to bear
Decay and fermentation, saturated crops of reeking gore
The yield now soaken and splayed, releasing seeds
From pods of putrefaction, submerged into the rot now stratify