sábado, 1 de agosto de 2020

WITCHCULT


Origen: Dinamarca, Copenhagen
Formados: ?
Estilo: Black
Temática: Adoración al demonio, brujas, ocultismo y rituales
Enlaces: Bandcamp y facebook
Miembros: 

  • Arent Batería
  • Benedictus Bajo
  • Besat Guitarra
  • Erebos Guitarra
  • Spedalsk Voces
Discografia:

  • Cantate of the Black Mass CD 2019
CANTATE OF THE BLACK MASS (2019)
Interesante primer lanzamiento para esta banda danesa en cuyo núcleo podemos encontrar a miembros de Ligfaerd. Ocho temas de black metal influenciado por el sonido más clásico de género, sonando compactos, y directos a lo largo de un álbum que cuenta a su favor con una interesante producción. Desde el comienzo del álbum Witchcult arremete con un black furioso, donde violentos y directos riffs de guitarras se suceden sin piedad, algunos con influencias tharah, otros con algo de sonidos más cercanos al black`roll, El trabajo de la batería es soberbio, brutal el apartado de la velocidad y contundencia, dos facetas que son inherentes al sonido de este "Cantate of the Black Mass", pero capaz también de amoldarse a los contados cambios de ritmo ejerciendo en ellos una función de oscura malevolencia. Las voces siguen un registro directo y oscuro , en donde dejan un regusto a frialdad. Todo ello da como resultado un trabajo en donde el sonido se adentra por terreno del ocultismo, aspecto muy logrado en el conjunto del álbum, al mismo tiempo que también se desprende un toque ritualista como trasfondo, más presente cuando el ritmo desacelera. Estamos ante un primer trabajo muy potente que salvando las distancias podríamos encuadrar dentro del sonido de la escuela danesa de bandas como Denial of God. (7,6).



1. I Am the Witch 03:53
  I am the cloven

Irreverence aflame
Performer of arts most unclean
Throat of the coven
Caller of his name
And bell for the cult to convene

I am damnation’s arrival
I am sacrilege
I am the Devil’s disciple
I am! I am the witch

I swore my oaths in a circle of rats
Anointed in blood of menstruation
Drank from the chalice of hemlock at mass
With Satan

I am debasement
Sedition and sin
Brewer of mixtures and poison
Wielder of ailments
Of tissue and skin
And marvels apostates rejoice in

I am damnation’s arrival
I am sacrilege
I am the Devil’s disciple
I am! I am the witch

I carve in my body his sulphurous seal
And fornicate with demons
Bask in the glory of secrets revealed
Baptised and blessed with their semen

Exalter of vermin
Dissenter of God
I am iniquity sainted
Wet nurse of serpents
Usurer of blood
And master of all that is tainted

I am damnation’s arrival
I am sacrilege
I am the Devil’s disciple
I am! I am the witch
2. The Hex of Uncreation 04:09
 Heed us! we call upon you Satan
Our voices howling in the storm
Grant us the rule of uncreation
The power to unmake and reform

Viciously, maliciously
profoundly sacrilegiously
We sing to thee our litany
On this Walpurgis night
Debauchery and sorcery
And bestial deformity
In unity on mountains three
In one infernal rite

From Brocken hear our incantations
From Hekla hear our mania rise
Hearken from Lyderhorn
The pounding of our drums
As all our blasphemies unite

Unseen, unclean
Unthreading of creation’s seam
Unstill until
Unrelenting force of will
Unfolds untold
Unleashing of death thousand-fold
Unmasked, untasked
Uncreation rise
At last

By fluids and nauseating fetor
Undressed our sacrifice’s begun
To crumble the gilded seat of Peter
And render the Holy See undone

Arduous, laborious
On mind and body torturous
We kneel and offer all of us
To fornicate with fiends
Contemptuous, tempestuous
And carnally incestuous
Witches along sorcerers
To make the angels bleed

Unseen, unclean
Unthreading of creation’s seam
Unstill until
Unrelenting force of will
Unfolds untold
Unleashing of death thousand-fold
Unmasked, untasked
Uncreation rise
At last 
3. The Sarkic Ritual 03:46
  A twisting, writhing, naked swarm
An orgy in your name
A screaming dance in frantic trance
Around a sacred pyre aflame
A sacrilegious sabbath nigh
Of tissue, flesh and skin
Upon May Eve we shall receive
Twice or more the blessings for our mortal sin

I carve your secret marks
Deep into my flesh
To consecrate the skin
That I torment and thresh
I anoint my body
In fluids most obscene
Expose my sex to heaven
As I call to thee

Now cast your gaze upon my face
Exalt me with your sinful grace
As in my daze I sing your praise
And laud you in so many ways
For seven days the music plays
As we all dance in violent craze
Through toxic haze and fiery blaze
We all your will and power chase
Your hand that weighs, your hand that flays
That guides us through the earthly maze
Grant us a taste, grant us a place
To share in your revered disgrace

Lord of the flesh

The fast approaching witching hour
Calls us to your feast
The blessed goat of blackest coat
Foul and squirming with disease
Demands that everyone joins in
The eating of its flesh
Lymph nodes and malignant growths
To spread the seed and cull the weak
To start afresh

Blessings of contagion
Released upon the world
In the name of Satan
The new order unfurled
A cleansing of the earth
To pester and molest
The order of the worm
Nursed upon her brea
4. Sour Wine and Bitter Bread 03:50
In the dead of night
In the graveyard
By a pallid lantern
Collecting parts
Finger of a thief
Soil of graves
Jaw of unwed maiden
And mandrake

All I strew before me
Carve up, crush and grind
Whisper curses hoary
And mix with bread and wine

Mandragora
Wine of frenzied nightmare wails
Distalphalanx
Bread with flakes of bone and nails
Premolares
Choke on shards of splintered teeth
Lumbricidæ
Vomit soil and worms beneath

All the items chosen
Finally defiled
In the hollowed totem
Of a stillborn child
Buried by the steeple
Stuffed with hay and grass
Closed with thread and needle
Complete for Sunday mass

Mandragora
Wine of frenzied nightmare wails
Distalphalanx
Bread with flakes of bone and nails
Premolares
Choke on shards of splintered teeth
Lumbricidæ
Vomit soil and worms beneath
Mandragora
Wine of frenzied nightmare wails
Distalphalanx
Bread with flakes of bone and nails
Premolares
Choke on shards of splintered teeth
Lumbricidæ
Vomit soil and worms beneath
5. Vexations of the Black Arts 05:12
In chambers dark the cult convenes
And toils without a sound
To darken day and brighten night
Turn year and trice around
We choke the lamb on bleeding flesh
The wolf on grass and straw
We magnify the feeble draught
And stifle storms by force

By scorching ice and freezing flame
We force creation’s hand
By whispered chant and shouted prayer
By sorcery’s demand
We starve alive and feed to death
We twist the world awry
For nature vexed is nature bare
Uncovered by her cries

We pluck the wings off angels
To study through mirror and glass
And open their chests
To measure their hearts
The heavenly host unmasked

Witchery and curses, the sacrifice of blood
The will of man to always stand
Against the will of God
Confided in by Satan, given of his might
To blind the eye, reveal the lie
And master nature’s plight

Surpassers of divine intent
To know what’s deemed unknown
With seething cauldrons, spite distilled
We rival God alone
Our lungs ablaze with mercury
Our breath a noxious fume
Our children birthed by poisoned seed
Into a toxic womb

Witchery and curses, the sacrifice of blood
The will of man to always stand
Against the will of God
Confided in by Satan, given of his might
To blind the eye, reveal the lie
And master nature’s plight

By heresy and sacrilege
We forge our own salvation
A bar before damnation’s door
A passkey into heaven
And meet by mastery of earth
Our maker face to face
To watch him drink the poisoned cup
And finally upon his seat light all his deeds
Ablaze
6. Scholomance 02:42
  Come all ye faithless
And hearken the words of my voice
By witchcraft and curses nameless
You’ll remake the earth, so rejoice

Follow the stream of bodily fluids
Retread my steps to the east

Through Carpathian gating
Into a school of sin
Directed and taught by Satan himself
With nine further students within

Monument of sin’s foundation
College of the blackest arts
Academy of dread creation
Archives of forbidden charts

First matriculated by bloodletting
And child sacrifice
Then meticulously taught
To master sorcery and vice
Last on hand and forehead anointed
In bile and vitriol
To grant entrance to the deepest
Hollows of Domdaniel

But only nine may leave
One the Devil excise
So hence ensure to achieve
Lest ye become the price

Monument of sin’s foundation
College of the blackest arts
Academy of dread creation
Archives of forbidden charts

So come all ye faithless
And study to be God
7. Trials of the Flesh 05:26
Friars, priests, kings and judges All are mere dolls to our Lord All their power in his clutches For tribulations and reward And so the lords of earth enthralled Now saw the witches’ rule of all And that their own would fade and pall And thus in them he would instill A hunger deep for ails and ill Towards his own to hunt and kill A trial of the will They tried to find our hidden markings They made us read aloud their prayer They tested us by our drowning And scolding iron we would bear But we’re of trickery and mettle And lies are ever in our breath And defiled by his devils Can suffer anything but death Atop the Judas cradle Astride the anguish pear Far stretched upon a table And on the iron chair Their final measure was by fire As thousands innocent were gone A dire purge on the pyre But even then we would taunt: Tongues of fire, tongues of fire With every word my voice grows higher Breathe the word, breathe the word From lungs ablaze my voice is heard Tongues of fire, tongues of fire I call upon the names most dire Breathe the word, breathe the word And exhale spells most grave on earth Thus it was through the ages But our suffering is past Now we stand more tenacious And our coven has grown vast  
8. Seven Brides for the Scarlet King 05:11
  They gather round the natal bed
The foolish and the wise
They fear the child yet to be born
Whose voice shall rend the skies
The faithful watch the forest for
The coming of the King
With lanterns bright, await at night
The end of everything

The princess’s in the tower ever
Hidden far away
But nothing under heaven wrought can
Keep the groom at bay
They gather round with leering smiles
The soulless and the dead
Though she unwinds, the cruelest minds
Will keep her in her bed

The cretin moon no more is howling
Gone its mourning black
In their dreams its face is prowling
Come to take them back
The King is in his courting clothes
The brides are in their beds
The unborn princes wait in sleep
To raise their eager heads
Six were broken by their bindings
Six no more shall sing
Comes the seventh full unwinding
All the bells will ring

When the first had given birth
The birds no more would sing
Her screaming cries would shake the skies
As she called out for her King

By doctor’s blade the second bade
A life into the world
Untimely hewn ´neath silent moon
And out of life was hurled
His bride the third remained unheard
Her cries for help ignored
She stopped her life with surgeon’s knife
And gave it to Our Lord

The fourth prepared a dagger sharp
And placed it at her heart
The perfect cure cannot make pure
What Kings have set apart
The fifth one’s crown was bearing down
Upon her troubled head
Their rite of ail would smite and fail
Once more creation bled

On the sixth’s day, the walls gave way
The oceans turned to ash
The heavy toll on caring souls
Almost let the King pass
The seventh bride will break the tides
The moon no more will shine
There comes a day not far away
She’ll birth the death of time
  34:09




Enigmatic Occult Swedish union of CHALICE OF BLOOD is back with a first feature length release. After a classic 2005 demo and two brilliant splits (with ARKHA SVA and ISRATHOUM) comes a work of several years of occult growth and maturation. "Helig, Helig, Helig" appears as a violent and intense storm, with a fair share of obscure yet not overpowering melodies. Pitch-black aural assault, with production by MARDUK's Lars Broddesson and layout by ever-evolving digital genius of Brianvdp.





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