jueves, 3 de septiembre de 2020

OCCASUM


Origen: Suecia, Umeå
Formados: 2018
Estilo: Black, death
Temática: Demonio, muerte y oscuridad
Enlaces: Bandcampfacebookinstagramsoundcloud y youtube
Miembros:

  • Andreas Nilsson Todo
Discografía:

  • Evocation of Death EP 2020
EVOCATION OF DEATH (2020)
Primer Ep para Occasum detrás del cual podemos encontrar a Andreas Nilsson de Naglfar: Un primer Ep que consta de tres temas que nos ofrecen un black/death bastante potente y violento. La veterania de Andreas Nilsson es un grado y el buen hacer en Naglfar se deja sentir en todo lo que rodea el sonido de este EP que por un lado conserva unas dosis de underground en toda la propuesta, al mismo tiempo que las influencias melódicas del sonido de Naglfar intentan cobra protagonismo en segundo plano. Lo cierto es que el sonido de Occasum se nutre del death suceo más pastoso, lodoso y putrefacto, siendo el principal componente de este "Evocation of Death", aunque no podemos pasar por alto las letras y también la atmósfera de estos tres temas que los acercan de forma acertada al black. Todo ello mezclado con unas voces cavernosas, bajo y guitarra densos y contundentes, con afilados riffs pero manteniendo una velocidad comedida, al tiempo que la batería aporta una dosis de oscuridad y brutalidad que combina perfectamente con las voces y dota al sonido de un componente black/death. Resulta siempre interesante comprobar que músicos asentados en proyectos de mayor raingambre encuentran la forma de dar rienda suelta a otras influencias y estilos que no encajan e todo con su banda de procedencia. (8,1).



1. Mouths Like Open Graves 04:31
 Nazarene, oh broken King
Tarnished are your crown
In agony your flock shall sing
Seraphic angels fall

Make sure the wounds go deep
Their blood an offering
Infernal summoning
Rites of Baal
With burning tongues we speak
The words of suffering
A sacrifice complete
Incantation

Victims burn on massive pyres
Spewing acrid smoke
Altar soaked in vestal feces
Semen, blood and gore
Our unholy congregation
Gathered here this night
Carve into the sacred flesh
Rejoice as you die

Now hear the words we speak
Break through the veils unseen
Spirits of the unclean
Abominations

Choirs sing the Devils praise
With mouths like open graves
Our hearts engulfed in roaring flames
Rapture!

In nomine rex Sathanas
We bow our heads and speak your name
With dead white eyes and mouths like open graves

Victims burn on massive pyres
Spewing acrid smoke
Altar soaked in vestal feces
Semen, blood and gore
Our unholy congregation
Gathered here this night
Carve into the sacred flesh
Rejoice as you die

Nazarene, oh broken king
Tarnished are your crown
In agony your flock shall sing
As your world now burns

(Blinded by your fires yet we now can see
the blessings you bestow upon our worthless being
Guide these vessels to do your bidding
Smite our enemies, turn them to dust
Your will be done
Your will be done)
2. Evocation of Death 03:30
Formless shadow Blessed be thy name Oh, suffocating noose around my neck Ever present dread Poisoned thorns of pestilence Residing in the hearts of man Souleater Spread your putrid wings of twelve Your cold embrace shall grant us rest Thanatos Keeper of the grave Shroud this world in ruin and decay The altar has been set - Sacrifice With jaws agape and gasping breath Your righteous sword drips of bile A grand evocation of Death Yama Lord of the underworld Bestow me with your secrecies All seeing horror Pass your judgment upon man Shachath Great scourge of Egypt The desert sand runs red with blood Woe of all mothers Oh, searing light of reckoning Scythewielder Blessed be thy name I feel your darkness weigh upon my chest Bonefather Come set me free Oh, hungering void I give myself to thee The altar has been set - Sacrifice With jaws agape and gasping breath Your righteous sword drips of bile The grand evocation of Death!   
3. In the Church of the Tentacle God 05:53
At the haunting shores of abandoned hope From the dank and putrid soil Black pillars rise A sacred place of worship a place where evil thrives I walk through halls below To where ancient gateways lie Insidious presence His words reverberates Exquisite murals of the unspeakable adorn these temple walls Marked by the aeons Their visions sing to me To their call I am drawn Lured by their murky glow Towards the devourer of stars In the church of the tentacle god I pray In the church of the tentacle god I reach the inner sanctuary Dread hangs heavy like a poisonous fog Yet here lies my destiny The stars are aligned Encircled by the clergy His most honored devotees Stripped bare and strung up in chains Spasmic convulsions as the Eucharist begins At the haunting shores of abandoned hope From the dank and putrid soil Black pillars rise A sacred place of worship a place where evil thrives I walked through halls below To where ancient gateways lie 
  13:54







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