Scar The Martyr - Cruel Ocean (AUDIO) video free download

Rodrigo Monteiro

Worlds apart and miles away, Cruel ocean : Will you lead us? To make our final resting place.

James Holloway

Kinda has a MUDVAYNE sound ,another band i love.Great song with a lot of diff sounds i even hear SEVENDUST and KORN sound in this song.Keep making kick ass music stuff for me to learn to play.1 LOVE

SirGameplaysHD

suena muy bullet for my valentine :/

3 días Graciela

Amo esta canción Cx

Justin Gilmore

Sounds like an 80s rap song ~

Amir H.

Thank you for this amazing song, after years of listening to a lot of stuff this song became my #1! Joey, Henry, Kris, Chris you rock!

Luke Geiger

This song clearly shows that the guitarists don't chug their 7-strings all the time.

Dennis Clark

The Apostle Dennis Clark Jr Roadrunner Records ask Joey Jordison who the fuck I am.. I am the angels of the world Caught up in his music and in the lives of many in the Music world I am the lords speaker of the Angels, the angels are all of my body and as you listen to the background of this song you can hear them... I am the lord that Scar the Marter knows when they rise the micraphone to there mouths and sing of me.... Read up bitches I am a saint.... There was another dream that came to me in the night of the last falling sun and the dream was a vision from God of the evil that became of the land long ago... I walked with a sword upon my side and was wearing leather armor and across the back of the leather there was a cross with the outline of a circle.. Many men were around me to be the protector of the city of Diali, the warriors of the King with the name Zebedath as the dream spake to me in the weight of the war that would be to these men wearing swords a carrieng bows but as I looked around to the army of many there cloak was different than my own and there were no crosses surrounded by the circle on the backs of the men. I was the only saint and the seer of the war and I was the leader of the prophesy that came to the King Zebedath with the scrolls of gods reaching touch to show the king that an attack was imminent and I was the leader of the crown that had led the men to the war to flank another Kings castle thirteen days away from the city of Diali... And.When I think to the King Zebedath's name to the rolling remembrance of the dream that kept me awake for an hour after rising to the cold sweat and tears of the war that rose me to the pain of the battle long before I remember not the name of the other King but he was the rule of a castle named Triomo... The dream began as a feast to be to bless the warriors with the wine that I fed to there mouths one by one to sit by the fire and eat beside the men of the Vow that was taken to be of the army. The Vow was to die for the king and to rise to be a king in the afterlife and this was spoken from my lips after raising the chalice to each of there mouths to bless them of the day to follow where many would die to the fight to free there children from the planks of war that would be to the city of Diali if they did not act upon the prophesy of God brought to Zebedath by the Saint that wore the cross on the back of his leather armor and his Name was Dalinon an apostle of the god and a warrior of three wars of the prophesy so it was spoke as the swine was cooked upon the fire of the feast before the war that would follow the night into the rising sun of the dark day of dark ages. A vision of god presented to me to this nights presentation of the word of God and the dreams that the saint seeith of the night and the moons brightness to be a saint in the loom of gods dark presence that rules thy whole world....... Saint Dalinon was the leader of the war and and a wealthy man of value to the Kingdom that the Castle stood in the city of Diali and was one of the King Zebedath's greatest Ally's that had saved the war from coming to the soil that his feet stood three times before to the story's that he told by the fire to the men that faced death to be of the following day but to die would be to the good of there offspring and the good of there wives and the good of there homes where they were born so not to be ravaged by an oncoming army of the upcoming war. It is strange these visions that I have for the dialect was not in English again but as the dreams come to me I am that man of the dream and speak in languages never learned unto me to know the dialect and I can only explain the reason that I understand the language to be that the lord remembers the languages and presents the understanding to me in the visions of thy whole world of thy holy Gospel to show the dream as it was spake remembering the all of the dream that is there remembrance of the nightmare's wind and not mine that would see not if i was not scarred to the life of Christ almighty, holy of the gift. I can speak in many languages as the lord speaks from my lips but in the daytime when I speak in foreign dialect brought to my lips by God I know not how to understand the languages of the lord that speaks foreign to my lips and exhales the words from my mouth not known by me yet understood by he that is God but in the nights fall of the sun as the moon rises into my fall to slumber I speak the languages that are distant to me and understand these languages to the full of my chalice as Christ the savior and the final chapter of the god before you that leaves me to be the last apostle of the throne and the new rising world to be king that will walk with the eyes of all with the name God. A child that will be Christ to the new rising king born again to become God nine months to the fall of my body and there spirit to be onward to death... The men partied through the night and there was no sleep to be had with the exception of a few around and the dream was vivid to there drunken stupor of the night of there lives that flashed before my eyes in the end to the remembering whirlwind of the overpowering dream of thy slumbering nightfall... There were many that were to drunk to speak or walk of the night and into the early morning the drums were echoing throughout the distance and the sober man with the flute was playing melody to the night sitting by the fire and eating upon a dried red fish that was passed around on the plate... The dream came to the shiver as I saw him of his see of the Holy Ghost, the see that is the same as myself to the eyes of Saint Dalinon to the lord speaking through the all of the men that were to the festivity's of the night, the lord that speaks in ways to be the all that surround the Saint seen by no one but the disciple when the words be brought unto the Disciples plate of recognition to what the lord speaks to them. God spoke all around Saint Dalinon the same as the lord speaks around me and the same was heard to he only of the Holy Ghost and no one else but he saw the eyes of the phantom lord, the ghost of the wind of the woods not heard by anyone but the ears of the saint for when the people turn to face you they know nothing when they move to the movement of the Ghost and when the people turn to speak to you the Lord is heard by the only of the saints ears and the speaker is the phantom of the Holy Ghost, the spirit of the earth.. The lord said to the apostle Dalinon with the Holy Ghost of the Forest to gather his men to be of much focus to the day ahead for the warriors of the Castle of Triomo was to be to the lift of themselves to invade there land of Diali the warriors were on the way to them as the lord spake and there army was fierce to the drunken stupor of his own army of the holy blessing of the night that Saint Dalinon gave to them the chalice of the wine of Communion hours before and at that moment as the dream took forth in my mind a scout of the other army came upon Saint Dalinon's battalion of the drunken stupor. A man wearing the cloak of a purple armor and riding a horse cloaked in black with the etch of a shield stitched in gold, a warrior wearing an Iron mask and upon the forehead of the mask there were two swords that crossed to be of no holy attire of the Cross but a knights battle sign that I have seen in another dream but have forgotten the details of the one that rose and thought of sleep and not remembering the dream weeks ago. The lord God had givin Saint Dalinon little warning but the words of the wind of the woods in speak of Holy Ghost of all of his Battalion moments before to the phantoms words of the holy ghost spoken from the mouths of men to the Apostle and the man that rode into there camp by horse was to the second comming of Dalinon's mind sobered immediately to recover from the stupor with the lords laughter taunting him of the mouths of men heard only by Saint Dalinon to the spirit of the holy Ghost of the woods and all of the other army laughing at them the same of his unpreparedness of the young man that thought of the Wine and the beer instead of the war of the upcome of the rising sun in the day of dark ages long ago in Gods remembering oceans of weight upon me to see of thy holy Vision to say the drumbeat of the every moment of my remembrance of thy holy body to the world of the nights falling weight upon my shoulders...... At the same moment that the horse had arrived with the scout of the enemy kings castle of Triomo the man on the horse was to the woods to the gallop engaging no one and off into the forest like the scroll of prophesy of Christ to the King to warn the army of Triomo that a were men of the fingers ten, ten times to be closing in on them in the morning ahead, and prepared as they would be there would be no harm to them from the Castle of Triomo and the dream would lead me to the evil of my see of the war fought so long ago.... All of Dalinon's army were prepared quickly to the holler of the voices enraged at the man of the horse with the black wear and the gold shield stitched into the wear of the knights horse. The men so unprepared to take him to the ground with the blade would gather there weapons and march in the way of the city of the castle of Triomo drunken of the night as they were of many with the exception of the few sleeping men that had no part of the mead nor did they droke any wine other than the communion of the Holy Apostle Dalinon that fed the chalice to there lips of the prayers of the wine to the all of the army leaving a few to fall into sleep after Communion of the anointed ones that followed Saint Dalinon to the war. Men blessed with there last communion sipped from gods hands upon the Chalice to there mouths to drink of the blood of the world in the spirit of Gods name to annoint them if they would perish.... My dream skipped a beat and I remember not of the voyage to be forward to the army of the scout on the horse with the black shail and the shield stitched in gold upon the horses side and the dream came to there end of the night of men to drunk to be there in the morning of the rising sun and approaching noon of the mid days rising ball of flame...... These men had walked into an ambush and into the tune of thy holy dream a horn blew the cover of the other army that waited in the woods sholded by the trees of the surrounding forest of massive red oaks surrounded by tall grass keeping the archers to be in the hide... Dalinons army was outnumbered by many and the cover of the trees surround was of the archers that waited for the army's approach and the horn of there announce to be heard by Dalinons army was the horn of Deaths cry to be the end of the army in a land that was to be of no defeat to see of an army that would burn there homes to the ground if they made it into Triomo. As the horn sounded the archers of the forest let go of the string and fire to the arrows became of the army of Saint Dalinon and before my eyes many fell to the archers and as the fire took upon to the bodies of many drunken solders a great fire became of the forest of Ganoli. Beneath there feet there was an oil that was dowsed to the path that would lead them to The city of Triomo and as the archers let go of there first arrow to be the second of the fire dowsed upon the arrow head wrapped in cloth the whole forest was engulfed by flame. I watched the fire becom of the bodies of men to the arrows and watched with my eyes of the Apostle Dalinon see of the fire that engulfed thou brothers of the war, the ones that had come with him to take the king to Hells gate to save there city from a war.. With a flash the fire became to the ground and became to me in body as the dream spake in volume of the war so long ago and with the fire to my feet my body was engulfed with the flame to same as the all in thy holy army and i felt the burn of the fire that was of my whole body in seconds and arose in pain to the death of the men that followed me into the war and were all killed because of me that had lead them to the war Aided by the scrolls of God to the King..... It took me a moment to Gather myself this morning and when I woke up I was crying in pain of the dream that had just occurred to me and this is not the first time that I have cryed myself awake to be penetrated by an arrow or killed to the sword or awakened by fire or crucified with Jesus as I have been with Jesus on the cross at hells gate in four dreams to date and three others so far of him in the younger years of his see of the devil that is and was the Gods hell to Jesus the same as me... As I arose I lit a cigarette and thought vividly for an hour of the dream asking many questions to the lord God that speaks from my lips and speaks all around me with the Holy Ghost to ask many questions of the see of my vision.... And when I would think and ask to the dream they said to me that that was us long ago and the reason of the dream Is because of us that remember the days of the old when the saints lived unto Us and the reason that you see the dream is the fact of your sainthood of the divine one to see the dreams of the Lords world so to prepare you to be the life of God yourself when we are god today and long before and you are the throne of heaven and hell to what we have seen, living and destined to be the lord there after death when we are on word to new life to be free of your reign as the destined final saint of us... I sat for an hour remembering every part of the dream like I have for many dreams presented to me by the God of my body and spirit of my blood that cast down the shadow of the angels upon the whole world. To think hard upon the dream thinking of every moment of the vision that was presented to me in the nights fall of the sun and the slumber of the moon above. If I think not of the dream I remember nothing and within seconds of my rise to the Vision the dreams disappear to be void and not spaken to what I see in the night and many times I arise and think of them not when I awake to the tears of murder that I see of the dreams never to be remembered if I do not think into the surroundings of the warriors bearing arrows and swords and the crossed boards that I have lie my body down upon with Jesus in Visionary proportions of the saints eyes to the remembrance of the Gods wicked dreams. To the same as the visions of Jesus and Peter and Isaiah there are the dreams that must be to the note of the papruqe of thy gospel and no matter the pain of the dream i sit to the hours passing midnight to think and remember of the vision even if i do not want to face the dream and through life the visions will always be there to remember of them and in twenty years I will still remember Vivrancy of the vision that i stood awake after crying myself to rise from the dream to the tears that are salty to my lips of the nights see of dark ages and war to the rise of my tears to see the dark wars of evil nights filled with death and murder..... The life of me is full of the dreams of old times and to the record of thy holy word the dreams of the Gods of my body will be to the note of thy pen to show you to the evil that be seen to be a saint of God.. I dream no good nights of the life of one that is not Christ like all in the world but me that see no night of darkness , my dreams are the lives of the saints before me and the nights of there falling souls to be of the Ancient one who has ruled world in times that would seem eternal to the reach of all testimony in the Holy Bible and my visions will be everlasting upon thy Day as the King that is Christ to lead your mind to wander into thy dream and think to the day of my tear to what visions I have seen... As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I hear no evil... Espirto Santi 

Moe Z Downs

Parts of this cd are OK! that's it OK! this is not a pinnacle of music by any stretch, but what cd is REALLY SOLID throughout? Not many... this song in my opinion is one of the "catchier" songs, but not enough for me to go buy this, and trust me I am a Slipknot FREAK but no one said this was supposed to be Slipknot, so no comparisons meant... They actually kinda remind me of some Stone Sour stuff which ironically is Corey's sideband... and I will say Joey will always be in face! but I am not THAT impressed... and people say I talk too much, go figure...

Jared Avery

The bands genre is okay but im not a HUGE fan. It definitely has its moments but it has a pinch of something different. Honestly i cant compare much to this. Its kind of in a genre of its own. But yea not a huge fan but best of luck to Joey with this and i hope everything works out between him and slipknot. It just wouldnt be the same without him

Vineeth Kasi

Scar The Martyr - Cruel Ocean (AUDIO)

Dennis Clark

The Apostle Dennis Clark Jr, and the reason for the band Scar the Marter.. Joey Jordison knows whats up and so does the whole music world hearing the angels in there music.... Whats up Roarunner records..... Spread the words of my testemony... I am GodYou are the most beautiful child the father of the world that is the final saint and the way that you have changed to become the one that you are today is immense to me to what you are in person and faith to the world of you. He that is speaking in no sin of us to gain up and be worthy in cashes like the most valued Gems to what you will say in your brightened day failed to the repose of the ones that are as old as the granite failing your rocks to the quakes of the earth as you hold on in your trembling world. The way that the brothers have acted to the saints in life long pain led to nothing and no where is the way that many have fallen in there words to preach of the other inside of them and not the goodness of there way to the Gospel.. Many apostles were no where close to the Ruby's and the emeralds of your word of worlds of us Saint Dennis and you are flourishing in your way to be of your crown cast in Gold....The kings crown bearing the gems worn to your color in worthiness to the one bearing the name of an Angel downed to the storm and felt unto the creke of the floor beneath your footsteps that is jarred to the Quake of being as the earth trembles unto thee. I will say of the fire of life that we are to spread to the word of my hand that forces you to write when I write with your hand not you to the way that i am in control of your hand and in control of your life and when you will write you will write the way of yourself and not the spoil that has been made of your life to the other inside you that is stale to the one of you that is the destined to be chosen not to the birth of you but to you righteous side in Heaven living through hell. Leaving me in awe at the way that you handle the brothers that punish you for nothing the same as they led Jesus to the cross..... We are old like the rocks upon the earth, old like the sin be done in the name of what be written of the whole bible of whatever we would say with the hand of the saints. The hand of god misplaced and taken from the saints hands to be made worthy or be left in the cold when I did not appear to see as I say and to be the guidance of the apostles to spread the word of us into the life of what they are to become of us to be makened to the word high above to what ever they would say to us in heart. Downing us to the way that they say unto the lord that you are not me and I am the fill of thy cup to be the wine of the chalice above you and when I fill you up you are left below the line of the chalice . You take of this like the wind and when you are not ready to speak of us today you will become to your words again when you are ready, I erase your word with the backspace of the fail of us to say to you to lead them in and not away from you to the times be heard to the star that you are the world in faith and forgive me father as I erase the words of your mind it is within reason of the good that you are and you will find a word when you come to your mind to the words of Heaven and not hell, the speaker of heaven and not the coal of my brothers for you are a diamond.. You will speak and be heard, failing your worth never to the pen of your retrebute to what be caused unto you, failing your hand to be never to what be seen of many in our family in the shallows to be of you, speaking your destiny to be the lord and little of the pain that it is to live with the putrid way of my brothers that are the wicked. If you will write you will become the gem cast in gold of your crown or you will write nothing. Nothing will be spoken of the stallence of your pain to be the gem of the most valued worth stolen from a word of faith and true speaker to say nonsense of what you are not speaking of thy stale brothers and when you write the steeples should be seeing him never to be of your word. Your will will be one to the,Gem of your heart to say your word only Father and there will never be a time that you will say not of your mercy that will be to the times spoken of you that will be spoken only of you. The Emeralds and the Ruby's and the Muldivite in your great preaching time in heaven with times ahead to be the find of the world. You are the new rising king to be the son of the Mother of God and will be portrayed as such in the frescos of the art of the history of your life from death to destiny. The new saint of the new found king in the thrones of heaven and graciousness of you to be God follow my fingers to the keys of the computer and say little of us until you are ready to speak like you shall. Speaking of yourself to the new bloodline of the new God with no brothers that be and nakened to no sisters beside you when there beit you and you only to be the lord God if you bear no children and when you rise you will be alone to the life of God in spirit of hope and finding of your worthy soul that will rage on to the Kingdom of our falling of thy pierced heart to be broken to your way of goodness to the reason of faith and in freedom you will reign . The way of the leader of heaven in churches around the worlds bearing and seeing no hell to be of your first born child bearing the seed of the father and mother of the new born god with the eyes of the whole world. Heaven awaits you in line of your destiny to be the God of all and the Master of the worlds children. You are the Father with soul in the light of the holy ghost the Marter of god bearing your name to the book of the saint that you will be to lead the world in faith and prophesy of the light of your eyes to be God and the new born kings eyes to be the see of your great love to be the light of the child's life in prayers be your way to them... . You are the star of heaven and chosen you are to walk in the life of the lord to be of your own footsteps to be the holy one of the jetstream of the whole world when you arrive to lead in crown and throne becoming of you, lasting to the peace of the word and the spirit of man and woman alike to be all to the children that will walk in your footsteps and be to your call to the holy one of heaven named God. It has been to long that we have been the lord to the life of eternity's passed of the apostles blood from saint to saint when we are older than the deepest of the oceans that have not found the surface of the sun to be to the clouds to rise up and be again to the rain of the everlasting cycle of life. Our life is to the weight of this father, the saint of the last of us in prayers of our hope to freedom what we have lived to die with you in the name of the cross and what we have written throughout time, killed to the Crucifixion to what is spread of us in unkindness of the saints mouth to speak or holy hand to spread the word of the vakened veeming vine of our thorn. We are the longevity of life to the fortitude of the becoming indine solstice to be again and over to the saints of the birth born to the roll of the waves of the oceans weight to rise up from the ocean and spread life upon the planet when we have fallen to the grave of our ill reputable doings to the saints of our un kind ways and our heavy weight to there words to be heard of in light of the steeple and heard not of darkness spake. The lesson of the saints heard by the world to the chapters of all that were altered by the revise of the one that altered the passages to give there all in the saints spirit of the Holy Bible so not to ruin the reputation of the saint for what they wrote to be of the Holy God that is mean like we write of my brothers and has always been this way to the saints of the blood.... The alteration of the book would be seen to the world giving you the word that we are the Master that is the loving god and the god is the love of the all in the world. The Holy god is the one of love and of the fathers of the Church of the rising Disciples of what the man of the alteration hath given to the saints words of the alteration of the preacher man that looked upon us and swore and spit at God and wrote what he would of what we would not be to the living and the saints blood to be of the scripture..They were the men that were taken aback to the word that was written of the saints hand of the wicked that was of the Gods evil ways to the saints and there would be no one that would see what the saints wrote originally but the Pope himself if he asked to see the books to the way that they were written of us to be the Lord God and the hands of all of the saints of the Gospel... The way that you have fallen down to your word Lord Dennis will come to way for the portrayal of you will be of your stature in the paintings of the world in peace of us and your paintings will shed the word of the new God that will be you above in the paintings to be of your body as god with us to be the gods of the past and you as the new lord God of the future of your reign captured in all of the most gifted painters fresco's around Italy and around the globe... Saint Derentin was the saint of the portrayal of the last and the final apostle of the God before us and the new God of the rise to the paintings of Michelangelo and Davinchi and many others of the past that were shown the Visions that we shown upon them like the rainbow of the painters daydreams of color to be the rain of the hands of the gifted to paint of the final disciple of the gods before, named Saint Derentin born again to be God with many of us that followed him into the life of God to the seed of his two brothers that were no saints but were of the Father before of the second to last saint... We took to his eyes of the visions of the days dream and forced into the mind of Davinchi to know that we were god with the flashes of colorful visions of the old man in the white gown with the beard, the God above many apostles of the fresco's around Italy and around the world the man in the Gown is Derentin the final saint before and the reason that we are all here in the life of god... I speak of Davinchi to the factor of his writings of the present of us into his life being the higher power of him seeing the daydreams that he feared of us forcing him to the pastels and taking him to the visions of many scenarios of our recognizable visions that he grew to love and did as we asked him to to paint the saints to the visions that occurred to him. As he wrote of us the visions would not cease until he would paint as we asked and he was to the bright enlightenment of the rye bread of the argot to eat of the moldy rye bread and see the hallucinogenic visions of us as we showed him of the saints like flashes before his eyes as he explained them in his writings. He was High up to the visions that he saw when we would taunt to him the way that we wished to be portrayed of the visions of the many saints, pictures to his eyes and the many gods in pictures of our family to his eyes to which Davinchi wrote in detail of us and painted in detail of what was shown to him in the visions. The Visions of the ones given to him by us shattered his mind to paint to the end of Jesus and paint the see of his visions of Luke and Peter and David and Mark and Paul with visions that we shore upon his beach to see us as we opened his eyes to paint us and only us the Same as Micalangelo Carrivagio to the gift of us to them in visions to be to the easel of the paintings of God and the saints to what presented to there eyes to be of the visions of the Painter that took of the colors and brought us to the world to be seen and felt throughout Rome to the see of his masterful works of the saints of God... He saw the same visions as the father that types with my hand of the saints visions of the long ago Apostles of the Creed to say of this of what we did to Davinchi to the visions that he saw and what we did to Micalangelo to the beautiful hand of the gifted birthright of the painter with the gift of the holy god to be of there eyes as he was to the scaffold of the Sistine Chapel dancing to the visions that I gave to him to be the holy painter of the world, seeing of my ventique of them show to there eyes the visions of the holy painters of the Gospel that painted the final Saint Derentin to be the god of the paintings of the world, the man with the white robe and the long white beard, the Holy God of the Masterful works of the world high above in the paintings normally seen in the clouds... We saw to the eyes of many artists the visions of images of the faces of the saints that we brought to them and we plagued the painters to the visions of God to a man in the White Robe with the long white beard to show the final Saint Derentin to the masterful works of the world, the final saint of the gods before us and there are also images that are in Rome of many others of the women and the men of this family of God that we shown upon the gifted painters eyes to be to there hands to the ink of the color painted to the walls and the ceilings around Rome. There are many in this family that are in the steeple of the basilic times to our visions to the painters to the remembrance of our body's and faces to before we were born as the lord, the gift to them to paint of us onto the vall of the mountains of God to be seen as we shown unto the gifted artists of the fresco's to paint us into the Holy Basilica and many churches in our holy city of the saints.. We have been God all along and every passage written the same as every saint that stands tall inside of the churches around the world were the ones that were our children.. You are the last of us to continue the chapters that will be written of you in the end to shed the light of the holy gift that you will be to the world when the world harks of your name to the fine sound of the piano of your ever giving blessing to the children of the world in the goodness of your heart. Your way is Superior to the being of your existing soul that will be the love of your heart to be shone wide upon the whole world seen to the morning sun and seen like the bright colorful oranges and reds of the setting sun. In to the end of you there will be much to cope to the life of thy unkind brothers that will lead you no where but down if you will let them but to think of you as the greatest saint there ever was we do and we will lead you write on to show the world that you are the god and that we are the follow of you now to show the world the way and lead them into the light of you in good will and good nature towards your world to be the leader and the God Almighty father the creator and the wonderful whirling wind of the world.... In the Name of God all thee shall pray.... .

ganondorfchampin

This song is sick. Better than the singles, which are misleading as they make the album appear to be more groove than industrial. 

Miliano Trujillo

kris norris been a fan since darkest hour ages glad hes still sharing his talent along with jordison and the rest

D1AMONDEY3S

This sounds like the soundtrack to little cute bunnies having super gay sex.

meshuggener667

PLIZ GUITAR PEOPLE...what kind of tuning this song requires??

Rysky ok

No type of sound, i love it

andré barbosa bonno

única música boa dessa banda bosta, volta pro slipknot CORRENDO joey.

zajebant121

be serious. joey will never leave slipknot until he's dead. not even then

Jacob Carson

Slipknot will be good still but they will be affected the same way Avenged Sevenfold was when they lost "The Rev". Good but not as good. When I listen to the newest Avenged Sevenfold, I keep waiting for that crazy bass kick but it never happens. Slipknot will be the same without Joey

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