miércoles, 10 de septiembre de 2014


Origen: E.E.U.U., Illinois
Formados: 2004
Estilo: Black
Temática: Batallas mitologicas, cristianismo y literatura
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  • Adam - Bajo y voces
  • Michael - Batería y voces
  • Nolan Osmond Guitarra

  • Demo 2008 Demo 2008  
  • Infinite Titanic Immortal CD 2009
  • Omens CD 2011
  • Manden Med Leen Single 2013  
  • Holy Despair CD 2014
  • Via Artis Via Mortis CD 2017
  • Left Handed Wizard (My Eyes Look West) Single 2023  
  • The Black Nativity CD 2023

A Hill to Die Upon vienen de parir el disco de la madurez, el disco que les debe de granjear el reconocimiento de público y prensa, un disco que salvando la distancias me ha recordado y mucho al "The World We Left Behind" reciente publicación de sus vecinos Nachtmystium. A Hill to Die Upon tiran por la vertiente del death y del black melódico consiguiendo en este álbum un equilibrio difícil de encontrar en otros lanzamientos del estilo. Han arriesgado con un sonido contundente pero limpio, no han echado mano de distorsiones innecesarias, su sonido es simplemente increíble, con una pausa que le da credibilidad, algunos la confundirán con comercializad pero no es el caso. Michael ruge con fuerza en cada tema, pero esto no es impedimento para que se atrevan a incorporar voces femeninas en algunos temas acrecentando si cabe esa atmósfera mística que rodea a todo este álbum. Un acierto también son los breves interludios acústicos que han sabido colocar a modo de descanso puente entre los temas y que rompe un poco el ritmo del álbum. Tal vez lo peor sea que alguien no le de una oportunidad pensando que se va a tragar otra bazofia como lo último de Watian y que acabe por confundir madurez y evolución con comercializad y no sepa apreciar esta mezcla casi que perfecta entre como tiene que sonar a día de hoy un álbum melódico que combina dos de los géneros más extremos musicalmente hablando. (8,9).

1. Cloven Hoof Hava Nagila 02:48
"'Oh, dear! I can't understand that," said the princess.
'I dare say not. I didn't expect you would.
But that's no reason why I shouldn't say it.'"
[- George Macdonald, The Princess and the Goblin]

Let me pass, let me pass.
I am hungry for sweeter grass.
Let me pass, let me pass.
Soon the first shall be the last.
The shadows on the wall
are not enough for me.
I want the light behind
all the shadowed shapes.

I shall soon graze in greener fields
of grasses that whither not nor yield.
My final prayer is a feeble bleat;
the left path is never free.
Let me pass, let me pass.
Soon the first shall be the last.
2. A Jester Arrayed in Burning Gold 04:47
"Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old day Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield." [- Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Ulysses 65-70] Share not the cup I have wantonly sipped: the cradle that has been finally tipped. In fool’s garb do I before thee appear, with signs and sounds fit for stirring fear. yet the mask hides what is truly between my emerald eyes and the jewels that are seen. First we eat, then we drink, then we sing ourselves hoarse to the ever brightening sun. Tread ye not, now, where I have failed. That spirit has flown, that ship has sailed. My feet have failed to dance the steps, and for bare bones I have loved and wept; arrayed am I in burning, Trojan gold for the sake of He who’s name I hold First we eat, then we drink, then we sing ourselves hoarse to the ever brightening sun.   
3. Unyielding Anguish 04:38
...slain by my own sword.
The temple to myself abandoned,
the religion of my life now a heresy: “lo Pan!”
I chased the wind,
but I only caught my hoof.
I played my flute,
but no one danced: “dance for me!”

Truth is found in the lifeless deep
where pain and anguish never retreat.
Despair, being mother to us all,
has summoned me with her death rattle call.
Dark and warm, black and void,
the blessed place where I am destroyed.
She let me back into her womb;
She let me present it was my tomb.

Holy, Holy, Holy, despair,
bless me with anguish,
and break off my horns.
Holy, Holy, Holy despair,
exalt me with sorrow,
and crown me with thorns.

Here I sit in the Elms,
slain by my own sword.
The temple to myself abandoned, the religion
of my life now a heresy: “lo Pan!”

I chased the wind,
but I only caught my hoof.
I played my flute,
but no one danced: “dance for me!”

Death has taken me out of spite
for my unyielding despair in life,
where my useless poems and songs
give no right account of all my wrongs.
I am the worst, blest and curst.
This is silent end of my life,
worshipping the so-called god of the knife

Holy, Holy, Holy...
4. Let the Ravens Have My Eyes 05:19
I gave and I gave to lay the stones for the churches of man. No longer do I labor in vain and nor do I say: “...” Forest is cut into timber, sea stopped up by dams. Look to the grain and current not sculpted by hands. Break the shrines and temples, loose what the body holds, that which sadly is sold, for less than its weight in gold. Blindly I search for God, For in seeing I stumble. He is my Troy, my Maud, If I be so humble. HALEL JAH ICH HALEL HA-SATAN Dim the Sun, come, now, and make us one, HALEL JAH ICH HALEL HA-SATAN Pray for rain, come, gives us bread and stay the same. Do you see, you see? There was god on a tree. Huginn and Musinn take my eyes, but I saw what I know is right. Take the third of my eyes, lest it cause me to sin. Make me like that god, to stand the western wind. “Wenn Sie den falschen Zug einsteigen ist es kein Gebrauch Laufen den Gang entlang in die andrere Richtung.”   
5. Hæðen 04:32
“Et si nom minus nobis iucundi atque inlustres sunt ei dies quibus conservamur quam illi quibus nascimur, quod salutis certa laetitia est, nascendi incerta condicio et quod sine sensu nascimur, cum voluptate servamur…” [- Marcus Tullius Cicero, In Catilinam III.2] HΛΥΠHAΔEΛΦHTHΣXAPAΣEΣTIN DONECMEFLVMINEVIVOABLVERO Weaving the wasted waters of the world, I hear the music: AINULINDALE. Nothing could be more than walking hand in hand, lamenting the later lords. The gull tears my heart, but let it be said of me: “…” And “thus he spoke to me!” O sinners, let us go down, let us go down, come down, down, in the river to pray. O sinners, let us drown, let us drown, come down, where in the river we’ll stay. I despise the land that you so cherish, and I abhor the earth beneath my feet.
6. Nekyia 06:54
Pray for rain to wash away the blood and grease of war. Commit to train the children to slaughter the children of our mothers and fathers. The wheel spun wide, geometry lost its true. The falcon has lost its gloved hand, sinking the heavy ship of all we knew. The center hasn’t fallen away. We have cast if off where all the blood was spilt to call the ghosts. The buried us in the wounded ground; under grass our decay made far too green. Nekyia… We dug a trench in the Rhineland, long as wind, payment for sin. The black ram was brought before the lord of the lower third of afterworld. Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born, the new birth beats on the walls of the womb of the world. Crawling fourth on four, the earth is torn by claws, and two thousand year old horns. Nekyia… We dug a trench in the Rhineland, long as wind, payment for sin. The black ram was brought before the lord of the lower third of afterworld. But instead of its blood being shed, our youth was released into the pit. The victor laid us down in our beds. Thus it was spoke, and thus it was writ. Even the idea of a center is left outside to rust. The sun is falling to dusk on the gyre of the western world. The wheel spun wide… 
7. Somme 02:38
 “Death is the supreme festival on the road to freedom.”
[- Dietrich Bonheoffer]
8. Rime (Jerub-Ba'al) 06:17
“All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction; which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony, not understood;” [- Alexander Pope, Essay on Man] We are now called Jerub-Ba’al, brothers in blood and fell in oath, the silent sound of the Fall. Let the lesser lights shine to all. Castor and Pollox have no worth; stones and sail screaming out from the mountains where rivers berth. We are the beds cut in the earth. I have come for Asherah, and I shall contend with Ba’al. Naught is given beneath the sun; Naught is had that is not won. He approves of what we undertake. …what we overtake. …what we ourselves negate. …the sounds we make. As is the man, so is his weakness. So leave the burning gold on your heads. As is the god, so is his greatness. We are nothing more than riverbeds. I felled the very goddess-carved totem, which Joash erected high. No doubt my god has smote them. No doubt… no doubt… He approves of what we undertake. …what we overtake. …what we negate. …of the sounds we make. …some lessons learned. …some churches burned. …silence earned. …death not spurned.  
9. O Death 05:54
What is this that I can’t see,
with ice cold hands takin’ hold of me?
When God is gone and the Devil takes hold,
Lord have mercy on my soul.
Well, I am Death, none can excel.
I open the door to Heaven or Hell.
“O, Death,” someone might pray,
“could you call me another day?”

O, Death…spare me.

The children prayed and the preacher preached.
Time and mercy are out of your reach.
I’ll fix your feet ‘til you can’t walk;
I’ll lock your jaw ‘til you can’t talk;
I’ll close your eyes so you can’t see.
This very hour come and go with me.
I am Death come to take the soul,
leave the body and leave it cold,
to draw the flesh off of the frame,
Dirt and worm both have a claim.

O, Death…spare me.

O, death, please consider my age.
Please don’t take me at this stage.

My wealth is all at your command
if you would remove your icy hand.
Death is moving upon your soul,
All like to me, you know.
No wealth, no land, no silver, no gold,
nothing satisfies me but your soul.

O, death…spare me.
10. Satan Speaks 04:16
 I am Nature, the Mighty Mother, 
I am the law: ye have none other. 

I am the flower and the dewdrop fresh, 
I am the lust in your itching flesh. 

I am the battle's filth and strain, 
I am the widow's empty pain. 

I am the sea to smother your breath, 
I am the bomb, the falling death. 

I am the fact and the crushing reason 
To thwart your fantasy's new-born treason. 

I am the spider making her net, 
I am the beast with jaws blood-wet. 

I am a wolf that follows the sun, 
And I will catch him ere day be done. 

I am Satan, accuser accursed. 
Heed not my words, I was not first.* 

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