This Written Music Video is the least metal thing you’ll read in your entire life.
Metal is about hearing no evil, speaking no evil, and seeing no evil. That way there can be evil. So stop whining about all the evil in the world and shut up like a good metal fan.
Brutal sarcasm is the only thing less metal than this slop written by cats crawling across the keyboard inputting into an AI used to displace workers rather than assist workers. All to produce cheaper and lower quality goods and services, instead of better ones. We should use AI to make and do lesser stuff, instead of better stuff.
Metal is as far away from a Dad joke and perception you can get.
Metal Festival Entrance set to Ain’t No Grave - Johnny Cash
A starving child reaches up to his mother, tears fall on the boy as his spirit rises from his body. His mom cries out and reaches for the heavens, pleading with anything or anyone that could save her baby.
The child’s soul ascends into the atmosphere alongside tens of thousands. Panning out, the Earth is surrounded by souls, all travelling, swirling to a single point in the Ocean; five miles off the coast of Hollywood, California.
A volcano erupts from the soul storm’s ocean point. In the barbarous blast are formed an island and tsunami. Boulders are ejected in the eruption, with Beta’s twelve feet (3.5 m) coffin among the boulders. The colossal coffin is revealed as the destination of the souls, they twist and turn and absorb into the coffin as it hurls to Hollywood. Upon impact, the city is rocked by a disintegrating flash, obliterating it and sending debris and life miles high in the air.
Flying and tumbling the people look down at their severed city of sins and lies about their prey, physically and sexually attacking women and children, then lying about women and children and selling their Violent Pornography lies. They watch as the leftover rubble and debris are pulled and blended together to form a city-wide amphitheater. Coming back down, the people, animals, all biomass descends to fill the venue.
The ash and debris are vacuumed to the middle of the stadium, clearing to an eighteen feet (5.5 m) tall Beta; a giant lava gargoyle whose head is the burning skull of a bull, and whose eyes glow with a golden child skull.
The Tsunami, reaching the clouds and swallowing them, crashes over the coastland and freezes into a series of colossal spheres over the coastal cities.
Beta rips his own arm off and forms a guitar from it. He impales the guitar into the stage with a lightning bolt from the heavens, then scoops up men and eats them while the men cheer on. After the men are swallowed whole, from Beta’s mouth bursts a thermonuclear explosion, the blast is focused down into a laser and swept across the Moon, cutting it in half.
While the nuclear laser fires, Beta outstretches his arm to the sky and regenerates his other arm from the eaten men. Their faces appear on his hand, opening their eyes and praising because they now have better than front row seats. With the sundered moon above Beta, his hands form Ronnie Dio’s signature devil horns. Beta roars and pulls his arms down to tear the moon apart, cracking and bursting, the two halves are reduced to rubble. From the remnants of the moon are created angel wings descending down to Earth to unify with Beta’s wings.
Beta’s gaze and head suddenly shift, his father senses heighten, and he reads the minds of millions. A hundred miles inland a child is going to jump to their death. Beta lifts his arm and telekinetically forms an arm out of the millions of crowd members, the arm bolts to Mach 100 by creating a vacuum in front of it, eliminating air resistance. The child jumps and starts to fall, floor after floor the child changes, their skin and gender morphing, a representation of all children. The child’s eyes widen as the ground grows closer, then closing their eyes before collision.
Darkness . . . until the hand opens after returning to the stadium, and the child locks eyes with Beta’s. The Grim Heart is seen in the back of Beta’s throat, a golden child’s skull, it speaks in the widened maul of Beta.
“He and they speak and fight for us.”
Fiery souls of heroes light Beta’s eyes.
Referring to all the musicians, artists, poets, activists, soldiers, people who spoke and fought for the prey; the children, for women, LBGQT, religious and ethnic minorities, for the impoverished, for the animals and plants, for Earth, for the common man, the working man, heroes who spoke for the prey that the predators try to blame.
The Grim Heart is pulled out of Beta’s mouth with his tongue; the tip of the tongue transforming into the skeleton of a child, with the Grim Heart as its head, souls pouring into it. The Grim Child pulls itself off the tongue and stands.
The Grim Child speaks.
“We’re always on the tip of his tongue.”
The Child asks,
“Who is he?”
The Grim Child responds,
“He’s our hero, he’s our Dad, and we’re his heart of gold.”
Beta snarls and roars, his arms pointed to the sky. From his left hand a bastion of blue flames erupts, from his mouth white flames, and red fire from his right hand. Accelerating the ejection the flames turn rainbow before being propelled around the world with the flap of Beta’s lunar wings. The world now enshrined in Holy Fire.
“And you are a part of his heart too, no matter who you are.”
“More than a hero, the world needs the heart of the hero. And that’s his job, to make us all have his heart. He’s the hero that makes other heroes, even out of villains.”
“The world didn’t care about us, that’s why we’re dead, but he cared for us, gave his whole life for us. And now his children will begin to be cared for by the world as he cared for us.”
Beta grabs his guitar, pulling it out of the stage, lava bursting from the crater. He strums, sending electricity through the strings that explode out in lightning at the head of the guitar. The electric rip propagates across the planet, forking out to strike the ocean and erupting millions of Volcanoes in the shape of the Grim Heart. The simultaneous eruption sends shockwaves wrecking through the planet. Men of control with eyes of biological sin: of money, maps, jewels, death, and crowns; they speak on national television.
The loudest music of Earth hits their ears, convulsing them into a writhing transformation. Puking out the sin in their eyes as bat wings burst from their backs; metamorphing them into stone gargoyles, their eyes now alight with the Grim Heart. The heart of Justice beats in their vision. The puddles of sinful vomit morph into musical instruments that the gargoyles start playing to their people on TV, with music videos projected behind them and on the Coastline Theatre spheres crafted from the Tsunami.
Metal Thesis continued:
Metal is being a narcissistic man and not acknowledging the evil of man; mass graves, denying everybody’s rights, especially women and children’s, genocide, mass sexual assault, shoving orphans up chimneys to clean them as chimney sweeper kids. Metal is victimhood manhood where we whine about how the apex predator of Earth is the victim. Metal is blaming the evil on women and children with whiny lies from Hollywood.
Our boo boo on our arm Harvey Weinstein and the other predators told us that the women and children made totally exists. What doesn’t exist is seven thousand years of generational abuse of women, children, and all people at the hands of tyrant man society, creating a cycle of abuse that makes all people abusive.
Termed, Devilution. First song of the album. The process of man devolving from fathers, husbands, and leaders into devils who abuse their positions of authority and duties as fathers, husbands, and leaders, to prey on their women, children, and people.