Mastodon - Curl Of The Burl [Official Music Video] скачать видео бесплатно

Simon Lord

This isnt the official video.

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Gibbous Fowl

"I write this in fear for my life....The Devil or the Gods have come for me, and all I can do is run. I should relate in these final moments the transpiring events that have led to my peril.It started with a blessing....a litter of goats, traded in earnest with the wood folks. I had been having nightmares for some time, screams waking me in the night, terrible screams out of the dark, I cleared my mind, and body. They persist...When the weather warmed I thought perhaps it had pasted, a spirit of the cold winter, that's all it was. I went out to tend my grounds, checking on the rusty colored goat I bought at the fall fair. This goat, what a cantankerous creature, it drags every step it takes...I would say it dislikes me if goats could talk.As I checked the trees for damage from the winter I noticed a small band of wood folk leading many tiny goats, they simply walked among them and the goats traveled along like a dogs might. "Now there's a goat!" I yelled back towards the hornery goat's pen. I went out and spoke with them, and they were willing to trade some of their many goats. My spirits were lifted when we parted ways, and felt a good deal had been made. My good spirits didn't last long. That night the nightmare came for me again! I was startled awake and was sure that the scream was real, that the nightmare had come for me this time from the dark of night, rather than the dark of mind. I huddled under my sheets, waiting for the banshee to burst into my hovel....the thoughts are to terrible to relate. I heard the shrieks a number of times that night, and after so long without sound sleep I slipped between sleep and terror. At some point sleep or death took me away from the fear and I found myself waking up full of trepidation yet some how invigored. The sun was shining through the window and I could smell the scent of spring earth on a cool breeze.I got up, pulled on a pair of pants and opened the front door wide. Taking a deep breath of the fresh brisk air the long weeks were forgotten, but only momentarily. The horrible scream rent the peaceful scene and shocked me back to the reality of my situation, only now it was day light I was not sleeping, and I knew it was real! I ran towards the scream coming from the direction of the goat pen. I knew what I was seeing but couldn't believe my eyes...all the tiny goat lay dead scattered about the pen as if death had passed over them like a breeze. Alone in the middle of the yard was the rust colored goat, staring at me. I wondered at it's being? Why was it alive, or rather why were all the other dead? It walked towards the slated fence slowly, I thought for a moment I recognized this goat, it was the devil! I turned and ran towards the house. Closing the door behind me, my mind racing I tried to strengthen my resolve. What to do, what to do? I had to overcome the fear, the loneliness, and loss that came with the screams rushed upon me. I resolved to fight. I grabbed the big ax and made myself ready to face this demon goat, this killer of cute tiny goats that amble around like dogs! That did it, I moved towards the door, and passing the window stopped dead in my tracks. Just here from the window I could see the edge of the pen in it two or three of the tiny goats jump around. I was dumb founded. How?, I thought. I walked outside the ax still in my hand forgotten. As I approached the pen my spirits raised to the heavens, for one and all the little goats did live. They frolicked like gypsies around a fire. I looked to the heavens and laughed, "gods be praised", I said aloud. I lowered my head towards the pen smiling. The Rust colored goat, so much larger than all the rest, how could I have thought you the culprit when I did see? The rust colored goat walked towards the slatted fence and clambered it's front hoofs up, till it was nearly as high as myself, I smiled....and then world came apart. The rust colored goat let out a blood curdling scream, it was the nightmare! My knees gave out under me and I found myself backing away from the goat nearly on the ground, it was then that I witnessed this goat of doom, this spawn of hell, the devil incarnate, as the tiny goats all dropped dead one after another. My mind came apart I left the ax lay on the ground as I tore away from my own homestead, never looking back for fear of the devil. Now here in this cave in these last few days I have heard those screams again, I know the devil comes for me, and now my friend you know it as well."- Iben Shogsmiph

Morgan Myer

Splinters in my skin, just like needles and pins. I cut through the pine, love the feeling it gives. Been out here for days, running through these trees. I'm using my hands, cutting through the disease. I love that part. 

Matt Song

This is the meaning of life

reflexghostkillah

Ah brings me back to 2007 :p

Beards Are Metal

Lots of people hate the Hunter, and I didn't like it at first, but over time I've really started to like it. I can't wait for the next album

Peter Thomas

OH YES..;-)

Micheal Ratcliff

how are we not sponsoring this

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