BOÖTES VOID

 

Origen: Alemania, Würzburg

Formados: 2019

Estilo: Black

Temática: Espiritualidad, paganismo y ritualismo

Enlaces: Bandcamp, facebook, instagram, spotify y tidal

Miembros:

• Arcturus Guitarra
• Boötes Voces
• Corvus Guitarra
• Cygnus Bajo
• Sagittarius Batería

Discografía:

• The Alder's Sleep Demo 2019  
• Alder's Heresy EP 2020  
• C.O.L.D. CD 2022
• Woods Of Desolation Single 2022
• Singularity CD 2023

C.O.L.D (2022)

Primer larga duración para este banda germana que entrega un álbum de black metal de sonido lineal muchas veces, pero que consigue un resultado hipnótico e inmersivo en el oyente. Los siete temas que integran este C.O.L.D., muestran una estructura muy similar entre si, empleando para ello un riff que sirve de hilo conductor y que sin apenas variaciones va medrando a lo largo del tema, resultando estás sencillas variaciones lo suficientemente acertadas para que el sonido se adentre por pasajes cada vez más directo y agresivos, desarrollando un paisaje desolador, al que elementos como la batería logran dar un toque más de oscuridad, o las voces, que se muestrean desgarradoras y crudas ayudando a completar un sonido que parte de unos cimientos reconocibles como clásicos. Hay que destacar por un lado lo elaborado de sonido de guitarra, capaz de ejercer de hilo conductor de los temas, resaltando la capacidad que las leves variaciones en intensidad y velocidad logran dotar a los temas de un dinamismo destacable, sin perder ni un ápice de ese carácter hipnótico que parece que se quiere imprimir en el sonido de este "C.O.L.D.", desde el inicio. La batería también tiene un papel destacado, si en un principio podemos pensar que va a remolque de los riffs, no es menos cierto que esta capacidad de amoldamiento da como resultado un sonido muchas veces abrasivo, cuando la propuesta cobra mayor velocidad al tiempo que la credibilidad no queda en entredicho, Algo similar podemos comentar de la voces, en un perfecto ejercicio de crudeza y frialdad, amoldándose a la perfección a apartado musical y logrando ofrecer un prisma más oscuro al álbum (8,2).

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1. Yule 06:56

  Midwinter, shortest day and longest night

The rebirth of the sun

The darkest days go by, even if it gets colder

Beginning of the rough nights, 12 days

The darkest of the year

Retreat to the stove while the wind blows outside

The wild hunt goes through the country

We honor the goddesses of the clear

So we are waiting through the dark

Blackness dies and when the sunlight rules, after dark

When all life awakes from eternal sleep, after dark

The day falls down and the moonlight shines through the dark

And sacrifice to her from among our ranks.

We honor the goddess of fate and the stars

The weaver, guardian of the wheel

We breathe the cold winter air

We light candles and wreaths of lights

We honor the return of the light

We honor the stars that can only shine like this on winter nights

On a bloodred sky when the night goes by, after dark

Burning skies and the moonlight dies, after dark

When the sun comes out and the birds start cry, after dark

So we are waiting through the dark

Feel the power that's given you

Protect mother earth, there is only one.

It's our will alone.

Second full moon after the equinox

Spring time, life awakens

Everything sprouts, the juices flow

Love and life in all things

The shortest day and the longest night

The rebirth of comes all the life

The darkest days, even if it gets colder

Retreat to the stove while the wind blows outside

We honor the goddesses of the clear cold winter nights

So we are waiting through the dark

Blackness dies and when the sunlight rules, after dark

When all life awakes from eternal sleep, after dark

The day falls down and the moonlight shines, through the dark Imbolc

Rough northern winds bite

And threatens to tear you apart

The darkest times are ending soon

Howling winter winds tormenting and icy

The days are getting longer now

You can smell the breath of increasing spring

Despite the cold and snow that remained

The sun is gradually gaining the leadership

2. Imbolc 04:59

   Evening lights, shorter nights

Auspicious days, the world's changing

The time of hope after winter

Visions for the upcoming days

Brighid, goddess of the land,

Patroness of poetry and bards

Inspire us in words and deeds

Heal us from winter wounds

For your honor, a sacrifice

The lamb's last breath shows the future

The time has come to sow desires

The time has come to watch them grow

New lambs are born on icy fields

An omen for the upcoming time

Grow in strength of a life giving fireball

We ignite a thousand candles

That illuminate the room in their shine.

The constellation of the swan

Across the starry sky in spring

Brighid holds the staff of wisdom

The spiral of life at its end

Now the first lambs are born

Faces in the flames

Dancing in the haze

Till the land

With purifying fire

Fire of the spirit in her eyes

Her inner fire, a touch of the sun

Inspiration, seer and guide,

Lead us through the new circle of life

3. Ostara 05:06

  Thoughts and memories

Resting and silent, hidden from inside

Returning home, what once had been,

But never was forgotten

To see the coming future

The world's year is declining

Flaming blaze, unleashing destiny

Purifying fire as a sign of life

Rules of a new world, there's no escape,

Release the beast

Break the chains

The worm is breaking out

The order infringed

Inflamed passion

In the will of the spirit

Destroyed from the outside

Desolated creation

Inferior to itself

The inner ranks

To themselves, unmeasurable

The order is breaking

The essence of the worlds.

The world year is drawing to an end

The fallen sun dismantles, slaying the weeping moon

From the sky, the stars are falling down to earth

Dying like dreams, in this time

Yggdrasil is on fire, drowning the sea

Fire alights a brave new world

Purifying fire in the name of life

War and peace, interplaying, the circle of life

Resting and silent, hidden inside

On the new world's day

Demanding life

To end in harmony

God

Human

Nature

I went to a new world

In the dying light of life

4. Beltane 06:53

   Light of the fires, be ready to dance

Honor life in May time

Leave the walls, seek advice from the wise

Walks sublime on journey's fate.

Give yourselves the lust of life.

The mother blossoms, experiences it consciously.

Old sorrows, stay backwards now!

Indulge in joy and new luck

You sing of birth and blossom.

The sun is shining brightly, the world is awakening

The long and cold night is over

Grim frost may now pass

Until we see you again in winter

Dances the fairy dance in joy

Breathes the scent of young twigs

Feast yourselves on food and drinks

Show your gratitude to the goddess.

This night of my final sacrifice

The fire will set my soul free

Burning up my skin

The gods will take me home

Drinking the poisoned blood

I enter my pasture coffin

Two skulls in my hands

I close my eyes and raise my arms

To receive the godlike hails

From my brothers in the land of the chose

To receive the godlike hails

A howling wind blows in the branches

Moonlight fields glowing in the dark

Below me to the path of eternity

Where my spiritual brothers take me

They stop at the shadows of an alder

My nocturnal journey begins

United in my enlightenment

I have appeased the gods

The wolves howl their goodbyes

As a raven sing my last song

The funeral moon glows strongly now

For my last journey

This night of late April

The light opens its gate

Honour souls wait for me

For God's grace

Fields fulfilled by the sun

5. Litha 03:32

 The longest day and the shortest night of the year

The climax of the light

From then the darkness comes closer

But the hottest days are ahead

The festival of the south and the water

The precious, life-giving water

That particularly we honor these days

We light fires and dances

And brings the turning point

We hold the cup of life in our hands...

With pure spring water of the goddess

We swim in the lake and the sea

We stand under cooling waterfalls

And dance in refreshing showers

We honor the goddesses of water

The mistress of the lake

But look to the sky and look for the ravens' flight to go with them

They bring us luck in the journey we are making for the winter

6. Lughnasadh 07:30

The grain is ripe and harvest begins We honor the God who arise from the sun Filled the year with a rich harvest Winter is not going to be torture Autumn is just around the corner And your work is done We thank the sun god who let the grain ripen We walk across the fields in the golden sunlight Run your fingers over the awning You can imagine the rich harvest Dance and make love in the fields The sun god in a bright, yellow dress he walks the fields Awn by awn he grows Caress them gently before they fall He has now completed his work So you will die! You separate from all hearts once and every year. You will be redeemed. Keep laughing your face in the bread At the harvest moon Driving away shadows and ghosts We wear Halloa's masks Dethroned king, now you are dead The autumn wind sings us the song of mourning Sensual songs carry them down Back in the earth's lap Before you cover yourself with the cloak of frost The blanket of snow covers you Before you get up to Walpurgis Free will then unleashed you Totally liberated We walk across the fields in the golden sunlight Run your fingers over the awning Dance and make love in the fields The sun god in a bright, yellow dress he walks the fields Awn by awn he grows Caress them gently before they fall He has now completed his work So you will die! So you will die!  

7. Mabon, Samhain 06:16

After the balance was done The harvest has been brought Honored with offerings We felt the balance Outside the autumn storms are raging over barren land Fallow fields and trees where the last leaves are blowing in the wind It's getting colder and darker, the days are getting shorter now The first frosts cover ivy and the last rose hips Clouds of mist sweep across the land, the ghosts are close The gate to the other world opens every night On the dark moon around the first November We travel to the underworld to our dark selves, to our ancestors We see the death of nature that lives on under the earth And looking for spring Death and rebirth, transformation Now the new year begins It is time for oracles and prophecies We honor the goddesses of death and fate The goddess of the underworld, Hel Drums tremble through the night The altar is prepared We carry the dark mark The sign of the ancient gods The order has now assembled On that big night Recurring every year A gift is given today The offerings are made The incense thickens the air A high priest is waiting for us The hosts of his tribe We wear the robes of the Nordic world The sacrificial dagger glows golden A big boar is already waiting Avoiding our suffering Choirs' sounds at the place of the ritual At the place of the ritual The wild boar tied up At the sacred gateway to the other world The door that leads into the darkness  

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