HULDER

 

Origen: E.E.U.U., Portland

Formados: 2018

Estilo: Black

Temática: Folklore belga, medieval y tortura

Enlaces: Bandcamp, facebook, Hulder, instagram, spotify y youtube

Miembros:

• Hulder Todo

Discografía:

• Ascending the Raven Stone Demo 2018
• Rehearsal 8/13/18 Demo 2018  
• De oproeping van middeleeuwse duisternis Recopilatorio 2019  
• Embraced by Darkness Mysts EP 2019
• Promo 2020 Demo 2020  
• Upon Frigid Winds Single 2020  
• A Forlorn Peasant's Hymn Single 2020  
• Godslastering: Hymns of a Forlorn Peasantry CD 2021
• Evil’s Incubation Single 2022  
• The Eternal Fanfare EP 2022
• Benighted in Blood Directo 2022
• Vessel of Suffering Single 2023  
• Hearken the End Single 2024  
• Verses in Oath CD 2024

GODSLASTERING: HYMNS OF A FORLORN PEASANTRY (2021)

Seguramente este "Godslastering: Hymns of a Forlorn Peasantry" será tenido en cuenta como uno de los lanzamientos más interesantes de este 2021 una vez haya finalizado el año por varios motivos. Uno de ellos puede ser el inigualable comienzo con dos temas como "Upon Frigid Winds" o "Creature of Demonic Majesty" que entre ambos son capaces de recoger de forma acertada influencias de los inicios del género, en donde el black se fundía con elementos sobre todo procedentes del thrash resultado de todo ellos imposible no recordar a bandas como Darkthrone en la furia impuesta en los riffs o a Bathory también por el regusto a atmósfera épica que se intuye en segundo plano. A partir de aquí el sonido no pierde un ápice de credibilidad, anclado en lo más profundo del sonido clásico del black europeo de los noventa, sin embargo Hulder comienza a incorporar algunos arreglos de teclado en segundo plano, que completan los temas y los abren a una plano de sonido más medieval, ejemplos claros de los expuesto serían dos temas como "De Dijle" y sobre todo "A Forlorn Peasant's Hymn" este último tiene un inicio totalmente limpio tanto de instrumentos como de voces, hasta que explota y se adentra por terrenos del raw black metal. Sin lugar a dudas las voces contribuyen a dar equilibrio también a la agresividad y a la oscuridad del sonido con una propuesta acertada en donde suele adoptar un tono más orientado a la crudeza. Sin miedo a equivocarme estamos ante un trabajo que bebe directamente de las influencias del black más primitivo que sabe incorporar elementos atmosféricos que lo lleva hacia terrenos de ambiente medieval y en donde no podemos pasar por alto una producción que sabe encontrar el equilibrio entre un sonido rudo y sucio pero en donde todo suena equilibrado. (8,2).

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1. Upon Frigid Winds 03:22

Almighty force of the damned Awakened by eons of pain Born of destruction and carnage Brought to light once again Upon frigid winds we ride Blaze the path of retribution Clashing of mere mortal weaponry Force of evil remains eternal Scars of the flesh will not deter The drive of of darkness’ force Rip and maim the opposition With no shred of human remorse With utmost faith in evil’s curse Move forth in the shroud of night Heed the peasant’s call to rule the land By gleaming of dawn’s light To beyond - the sanctioned suffering we shall no longer abide To retrieve - the reign of evil once lost Ride on - in triumphant procession Hail the darkness - drive forth the pursuit of carnal freedoms Upon frigid winds Almighty force of the damned Awakened by eons of pain Born of destruction and carnage Brought to light once again Upon frigid winds we ride For an eternity if need be  

2. Creature of Demonic Majesty 03:33

   A golden flag waves over head-march forth with hate

The symbol of the chosen land and what lies beyond the gate

No price paid can deter the loyal legions of the beast

Into battle to suffer for the creature of demonic majesty

Endless war

Battle is the blood of the beast

Trample the fallen

Torn flesh drives the will to defeat

Long have fought the able ones for the land the creature blessed

Long have died the able ones with beast emblazoned upon their chests

Days and nights of unceasing might unleashed upon the hordes

Inherent will to stand and fight as the implement of it’s horns

Endless war

Battle is the blood of the beast

Trample the fallen

Torn flesh drives the will to defeat

The treaded path will never fade when trodden as it wills

Creature of demonic majesty feasts but never fills

No holy rite can wash away the power the beast creates

Uphold the torch of evil’s will and march forth with hate

3. Sown in Barren Soil 04:43

  Through pangs we work the land

With pain of bloodied, blistered hands

A weathered plane where life has ceased

Demanded praise from papal beasts

Ground is turned to no avail

That once bountiful proven frail

The well of eternal splendors has dried to holy endeavors

Warding off the bitter cold, cloaked in disease ridden hides

Withered spirits worked down to bone by deliverance through sacrifice

Sown in barren soil

Scant harvest is the omen of sorrow

Sown in barren soil

The noose of famine hangs for all to see

Long has been foretold the exhausting plight of man

Though withered torn and cold, through hardship we shall stand

No solace is sought in allegiance to those who suffer not

The hunger takes our strength, but our wills can not be fought

Shepherd peoples with your scepter

The flock of your possession

That dwells itself in the woodland

In the midst of a fruitful field

Let them feed in the promised land as in the days of old

Until then we reap abysmal yields

Sown in barren soil

4. De Dijle 06:33  

Door het huilende woud

Loop ik een verlaten pad

Nooit gebonden nooit ongedwongen

Voor altijd een met wortel en aarde

Een glinsterende stroom verleidt mij

Ik tuur vanaf de waterkant

Op een bodemloze groeve

Voor een zinkende geest

Op maanverlichte pad volg ik een geluid zo puur

Het trekt mij aan als een nieuwsgierig kind

Hoewel ik voel dat ik voor altijd verloren ben

Geef ik gehoor aan de oproep van een oorverdovend lot

In de rustige heide wonen de verbannen zielen

Die dansen in betoverende duisternis

De belofte van stilte en breking van doodstrijd

Wiegt mij in eeuwige sluimer

5. Purgations of Bodily Corruptions 04:23

  Mist will rise from bloodshed on frosted fields

Pestilent tithes extinguish life and crushing yields

The twisted knife to purge and bleed

Eclipsed with plague

Carries death with moonlight veil

Damnation’s call to me

In time of tragedy

Winter’s noose-like grip

Attack of mace and whip

Frigid winds blow strong through the barren plains

Death sweeps through the city with extreme ferocity

Hooves tread upon the freshly turned ground

Famine’s victims devoured by hell’s hounds

Purgations of bodily corruptions

Votive offerings

Prayers unheard

The pain of life’s defeat

A withered life in fragile hands

Damned to be disinterred

6. Lowland Famine 05:26

   Mother of famine benighted in blood

The common man’s plague helpless to the inevitable

How can you demand such suffering of those devout?

You’ve razed the fields and brought forth drought

A future of grimness awaits those who stay blind

Some pathetic tome or the passing of time

Waste not want not the flesh of those lost

Those bound to work thresh the yield dead from frost

Upon the moon I gaze

A lowland vision appears

I call upon you mother

Absolve us of our fears

But the night sky yields no forgiveness

No resolution from that which plagues

A cold and dreary silence is the answer to our prayers

Mother of sufferance will punish unmercifully

Candidly she watches

And revels in our agony

You have taken that which affords us life as if snuffing out a dying flame

Gratitude is no satiation

For your hunger it will not cease

On our fears, our pain, our peasantry

With devastating appetite our mother glibly feasts

Upon the moon I gaze

A vision of lowlands lost

I plead with you: oh mother

Why have you plagued us with such frost

A black sky yields no forgiveness

No solution for that which maims

I hear our mother’s laughter

As her children endure such loss

7. A Forlorn Peasant's Hymn 06:03

  Ik lig hier naast een wilgenboom

Vergeet mijn leed in blijde droom

Een merel in een verre heg

Zong luide van vergane dag

Ik dacht aan’t lang verlaten huis

Ik hoorde weer het zacht geruis

Dat s’avonds door de linde ging

Oh wat een blij herinnering

Nog peinzend zie ik t’bloedend rood

En schreed dan in ten groten dood

En stilte zong de avond wind

Gebeden voor dood mensenkind

A trail of fallen kin lie before me

As far as my tired eyes can see

A bloodred horizon to illuminate my path

I hear their cries as they share in my agony

Eternal winter brings crushing despair

I beg to be blessed by slumber

Dreams of death’s embrace flood my thoughts

May in cradle me forever

Destined to carry the torch of time

Frost bitten fields is where I belong

Alas I sing a forlorn hymn

As the peasantry works on

8. From Whence an Ancient Evil Once Reigned 05:07

From the whispers of long lost tongues A tale is deciphered of the olden days When evil reign held courtship o’er the lands And beasts of untold might grazed upon the fields From cracks within the weathered stone A fog of ancient wisdom beckons It envelops the very heart of my being And calls do the depths of my soul An Illicit freedom to behold Devoid of holy inhibitions A path of darkness blazed through lands bereaved I heed the call of medieval darkness From whence an ancient evil once reigned Douse the light of the fickle flame Unveil thyself or fade away forever Lie in wait to rule again A clear path forms for evil’s heir apparent A primal invocation uttered No longer mute in subservient reverie Born to reign in pristine succession By the accursed blue flame of blasphemy

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