miércoles, 15 de febrero de 2023

SARCOPTES

 


Origen: E.E.U.U., Sacramento

Formados: 2008

Estilo: Black

Temática: Guerra, historia, luchas internas y muerte

Enlaces: Bandcampfacebook, e instagram

Miembros: 

  • Garrett Garvey Batería y voces
  • Sean Zimmerman Bajo, guitarra y teclados
Discografía:

  • Thanatos EP 2013  
  • Songs and Dances of Death CD 2016
  • Plague Hymns EP 2020
  • Prayers to Oblivion CD 2023

PRAYERS TO OBLIVION (2023)
Segundo álbum de estudio para este combo de Sacramento, en donde nos presentan cinco intensos temas en donde nos vemos golpeados por un envite de violento black metal, con influencias tanto de thrash como de speed metal, con ciertos elementos de corte atmosférico. El álbum se centra en repasar temáticamente grandes catástrofes del siglo pasado, pandemias y guerras entre ellas y hay que decir que tanto la violencia como la agresividad el sonido, así como cierta ambientación oscura nos ponen en situación. El grueso de las composiciones se muestran directas y agresivas, con un acertado trabajo de guitarras, con solos imposibles, cabalgando sobre una batería de ritmo alto en donde las influencias de sonidos thrash se hacen más presente, escapándose de alguna manera secciones que logran crear cierto ambiente melódico, con unas voces acordes a un sonido thraserizado. Los temas, gracias a su extensión permiten que a pesar de estar ofreciendo un sonido potente y directo, nos podamos ver rodeados de unas atmósfera épica como sucede en un tema como "Dead Silence", en donde el alto ritmo inicial, construido sobre una solida base de riffs y una potente batería, va languideciendo poco a poco hasta dar paso a un ambiente que se muestra por momento desolador, en donde el ritmo va decayendo y las guitarras construyen un paisaje más sereno e inquietante. Seguramente la formula black/thrash ya ha sido explotada en sus diferentes vertientes cientos de veces, sin embargo el planteamiento de Sarcoptes en este "Prayers to Oblivion", se antoja un tanto diferente, al lograr por un lado imprimir toda la intensidad y violencia que se presupone a un estilo como le black/thrash de ritmos furibundos y cierta melodía, con el excelente trabajo de crear una atmósfera oscura y melancólica, perfectamente engarzada en el resultado final del sonido del álbum (7,8).




1. Trenches 13:56
 Dig the trenches
Dig your own graves

A vile panorama
Of human misery
A series of follies
Spurred on by greed

Millions now cheering
Shall be drowned in the flood
How could a single bullet
Spill oceans of blood

Screams of horses
Screams of men
Shrapnel maelstrom
Melting skin
Inches gained
And inches gone
An entire generation lost...
Buried in the trenches

Scheming behind their closed doors
Preparing to unleash hell
Plotting the course of the war
And win greater glories for themselves

Architects of genocide
Twisting the hands of fate
Summoning the masses to abide
Infecting their minds with hate

Wading through a cesspool
Of blood and human filth
Rats are feasting on the dead
Shelters fill with fire
Soldiers crying for their mothers
Mortars shrieking overhead
The very air is poison
The wind a constant roar
Necrosis sets into the feet
A symphony of murder
Death sings his lullaby
They drift into eternal sleep...
Into eternal sleep

Mouths that babble horrors
Endless lives are spent
A cacophony of pain
Lost on foreign soil
Forgotten in the earth
Never to see home again
The whistle breaks the silence
Beholding No Man’s Land
Thousands rush to meet their end
When it’s brother killing brother
Who can claim the victory
The slaughter of ten million men...
Of ten million men

Prayers of the dying
Howls of defeat
Caught in the inferno
No path to retreat

Screams of horses
Screams of men
Shrapnel maelstrom
Melting skin
Inches gained
And inches gone
An entire generation lost...
Buried in the trenches

Will it end quickly
No time to repent
Will we ascend or
Endure ceaseless punishment

Why did we suffer
So long ago
Who will remember
What we fought for

Dig the trenches
Dig your own graves
2. Spanish Flu 04:21
 Choking, gasping, blackish blue
Clamor, the church bells ring
Miasmic horror, Spanish flu
Fly with death’s black wings

Creeping through shadows
Born on the wind
Millions lay prostrate
From an enemy unseen
The war was a prelude
For the nightmare to come
Sparing the eldest
And consuming the young

Like a thief in the night
Or Prospero’s Guest
On the heels of the battle
It spread from the west
The prayers and the vigils
Won’t keep it at bay
Reveling at nightfall
Struck down by day

Screaming for mercy
Pleading with God
Tearing your garments
Heaving with blood

The streets became barren
And shrouded in gloom
The churches were emptied
And silent as the tomb
The death toll was endless
They could not be saved
With stench overwhelming
They were interred in mass graves

From this vile
Contagion
You cannot hide
Roll the dice
And find out
Who’s next to die

From this vile
Contagion
You cannot hide
Roll the dice
And find out
Who’s next to die

Creeping through shadows
Born on the wind
Millions lay prostrate
From an enemy unseen

Choking, gasping, blackish blue
Clamor, the church bells ring
Miasmic horror, Spanish flu
Fly with death’s black wings 
3. Dead Silence 13:01
 The crown and the harrow alike
Are heirs to this same fate
The garlanded tombs will crumble
As the epitaphs are worn away

Our names and deeds erased
From the memory of this world
From graves long forgotten
Our voices scream in silence

By plague, famine and sword
Or the creeping passage of years
In Sheol’s Stygian halls
Both wayward and just shall be gathered here

Mouldering in the hidden crypts
Beneath the cathedral floors
August in their cerements
Their names become obscure
The galleons in the ocean’s deep
Forever lost from view
And the mighty names that have shaped the earth
Shall be forgotten too

Vanity of vanities
Nothing of men will last
There is no remembrance
Of the generations past
Nothing new under the sun
All things remain the same
Humanity is here and gone
Only the earth remains

What has been will always be
For in knowledge there is grief

What has been will always be
For in knowledge there is grief

Like ashes scattered by the winds
Or the crest of a wave at sea
Man’s life is a flickering flame
Caught betwixt two eternities

Our names and deeds erased
From the memory of this world
From graves long forgotten
Our voices scream in silence

In silence
4. Tet 05:07
 Everywhere and nowhere
Encircled all around
Shot, stabbed and strangled
Buried alive or drowned
Fight until the last man
They shall break your will
Your napalm will not stop them
Bomb them and they’ll rebuild

Cleanse all the earth from infection
Route all your troops from their lands
Just like the French and the Chinese
Shame and defeat by their hands

You’ll never see them coming
You’ll never hear a sound
Vanishing into the thick
To tunnel underground
Cities are on fire
On this holiest of days
For every one of them you kill
Ten more will take their place

Grim are the fortunes of Warfare
Small are the odds to survive
Doom waits for all the invaders
Soon they shall be unified

From the darkness
They will strike
Show no mercy
End your lives

Silent down the hidden trails
Obscured from enemy sight
Starving and anguished they’ll never stop
Striving both day and night
Mothers and daughters are torn apart
Fathers and sons are lost
Failure is not an option now
Triumph at any cost

When victory is at hand
Will they truly be free
Have they traded masters here
To suffer by their decree
Only those who have never fought
Speak of winning or loss
Destruction is their only friend
Death wins all wars

Everywhere and nowhere
Encircled all around
Shot, stabbed and strangled
Buried alive or drowned

Grim are the fortunes of Warfare
Small are the odds to survive
Doom waits for all the invaders
Soon they shall be unified

From the darkness
They will strike
Show no mercy
End your lives
5. Massacre at My Lai 14:15
  At the break of dawn
Fires rained from the sky
The command was simple
Leave none alive
The screams seemed endless
As the children cried
Herded for slaughter
They watched their mothers die
Whence comes this madness
Born of impotent rage
The daughters ravaged
And the monk was slain
What devilry
Works in the hearts of men
To twist their minds towards evil
In so short a span

Horror on hell’s doorstep
Massacre at My Lai

In a hail of gunfire
Bodies trampled in the mud
Beneath the weight of the dying
Suffocating on blood
With sordid pleasure
They struck down all in their path
The newborn and the elders
None exempt from their wrath
The soldiers took turns
But not content with violations
With knives and bayonets
They worked ghastly mutilations
The homes were turned to cinders
The animals lay still
Only a remnant of mourners
For the five hundred that were killed

Returning from the war
A withered shadow of a man
You live upon regret
The actions were so simple
The training came to fore
As your “mind just went”
Faces of the dead
Staring in the dark
Fingers clawing at your flesh
Everyday seems endless
The years just melt away
The nights are without rest

Unpunished by the laws of men
Yet imprisoned in your mind
When you took the lives of the innocent
Was it your own self that died
The drugs won’t stop the nightmares
Your pleas can’t stifle the screams
“These are the photos of those I’ve killed
On display as tokens of my guilt”

When the fifes and drums are played
And the calls for war begin
Know that this has happened once
And will happen yet again
Just another footnote
In the history of man’s crimes
Nineteen hundred and sixty eight
In the village of My Lai

Returning from the war
A withered shadow of a man
You live upon regret
The actions were so simple
The training came to fore
As your “mind just went”
Faces of the dead
Staring in the dark
Fingers clawing at your flesh
Everyday seems endless
The years just melt away
The nights are without rest

A stray bullet
Or the hand of God
Are the sins of the father
Visited upon the son
Shuttered in the dark
Far from the haunt of men
You pulled the trigger
And none mourned your death
At the break of dawn
Fires rained from the sky
They did their duty
And left none alive
What devilry
Works in the hearts of men
To twist their minds towards evil
Since the world began

Horror on hell’s doorstep
Massacre at My Lai
  50:40





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