RAISED BY OWLS - The Dark And Twisted Realm In Which Fred Durst Resides

PRE-ORDER OUR NEW ALBUM HERE: NEW ALBUM RELEASE SHOWS ON SALE NOW: Raised By Owls proudly presents the music video for ’The Dark And Twisted Realm In Which Fred Durst Resides’ from our new album Vol.3: (The Satirical Verses). Available now on all good streaming platforms. This song is about Fred Durst, an ancient, malevolent entity who dwells within a dark and twisted realm parallel to our own. His lifeblood is the salty tears of heavy metal elitists who dare to deny the trve power of the mighty Limp Bizkit. ...It’s essentially ‘What if Fred Durst was Vecna from Stranger Things’ Vol.3: (The Satirical Verses) will be released worldwide on Friday 3rd May 2024. All music written and performed by Raised By Owls Music video concept written by Sam Strachan (Raised By Owls) Video filmed and edited by Lee Deane (Raised By Owls). Costumes and Make-Up by Holly Lakin and Raised By Owls. Follow us on socials: Facebook: Instagram: TikTok: @raisedbyowls Twitter: @raisedbyowlsUK Album artwork by Dan Goldsworthy - LYRICS: The leaves beneath their feet crunch and crack like broken bones A sinister wind tears through the trees, this forest starts to moan The branches twist like sprawling limbs, blotting out the sun This darkened wood will be their graves, there’s nowhere left to run Beneath the gloomy shrubs the ground is torn asunder An interdimensional gate into another world Teeming with unearthly horrors beyond comprehension They’re drawn into the light, like a moth unto a flame Here is where he dwells, within this realm Occupied by the remnants of Hell Destined to reign forever more Fred Durst the darkest of lords The dead horizon is littered with blackened clouds and electric storms From overhead a horde of ravenous demon bats begins to swarm Remains flow through the rivers as ghoulish figures feast on flesh A plane unblessed by sunlight, where gods now fear to tread Shadows from his pitch-black spires spread across this cursed land An all-enveloping fog now surrounds this rotten earth Past stray debris and ash-like spores, he’s out there in the distance A once-human lich king standing effortlessly tall Here is where he dwells, within this realm Occupied by the remnants of Hell Destined to reign forever more Fred Durst the darkest of lords Misanthropic creature blinded by an ageless rage Through cosmic rifts of time and space he inflicts a sonic reign At the dawn of a millennia he rears his blood-red cap Determined to disrupt with his obstreperous brand of metal-rap Genre-neutral anthems of whimsy and of bile Elitists claim to guard the gate whilst living in denial This nihilistic jester spins his lurid tales of bilge Behind blue eyes, all things must die, a prophecy fulfilled “It’s time for your suffering to end.“