jueves, 20 de noviembre de 2014

HOTH


Origen: E.E.U.U, Washington
Formados: 2011
Estilo: Black, death melódico
Temática: Historias trágicas y Stars Wars
Enlaces: BandcampfacebookHothtwitter y youtube.
Miembros:
  • Eric Peters   ?
  • David Dees   ?
Discografía:

  • The Høth EP EP 2012  
  • Infinite Darkness CD 2012  
  • God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen Single 2012  
  • Oathbreaker CD 2014
  • Astral Necromancy CD 2018
OATHBREAKER (2014)
El dúo estadounidense Hoth se ha sacado de la maga una de las sorpresas más interesantes del black en los últimos tiempos. Si investigamos un poco comprobamos que el nombre del grupo, temática y ambientación hacen referencia al universo de Star Wars, es más este "Oathbreaker" podríamos considerarlo como un álbum conceptual sobre Dark Vader, pero hasta aquí llegan las coincidencias ya que el plano meramente musical se han currado un pedazo álbum de black death melódico con un toque de folk en algunas partes. Un álbum variado y lleno de matices que va atravesando terrenos más rápidos y brutales que cabalgan a lomos de una batería rápida y otros momentos más pausados, apoyándose en buenos riffs de guitarra con un gran aporte de melodía a lo largo de todo el álbum. Podemos también disfrutar de buenos arreglos en forma de guitarras solistas y algún que otro teclado para crear una ambientación fría, me atrevería incluso a decir que pagana, ya que hay un cierto halo de paganismo, viking o folk metal rondando a lo largo de todo el álbum. Un álbum muy completo, que se encuadra dentro del black y el death melódico sin decantarse del todo por ninguno de los dos estilo, tampoco le hace falta ya que en líneas generales y de principio a fin es un trabajo maduro y excelente. (8,5).

1. The Unholy Conception 07:22
  Many millennia ago: a premonition of eternal chaos, of nations erased and forgotten, of worlds aflame and bodies turned to dust 

Of the black void he is born, 
during the harshest winter storm 
a boy takes his first breaths, 
squalling in sweat and shadow 

the shape of things to come 
the black seed drips with sin 
the most unholy conception 
a destiny rotten from within 

It is all part of a great plan, the unholy will of an ancient evil, 
To restore the glory of the forgotten, to enslave the universe for eternity, 

Of the black void he is born, 
during the harshest winter storm 
a boy takes his first breaths, 
squalling in sweat and shadow 

the shape of things to come 
the black seed drips with sin 
the most unholy conception 
a destiny rotten from within 

Bastard, slave, worthless, dust clogs every pore, 
his wretched life is agony, they sow the seeds of vengeance
2. A Blighted Hope 05:26
Sweat drips on his brow, the sun shines so brightly, a mirage of a savior, a black avatar of rage sent from the shadow throne. There was so much hope, That he could be the one to bring about justice and an everlasting peace. The boy is impressed, his dreams are in his grasp, to fly far away, and travel all the stars, he sees all their lights, though he does not know that by his hand they shall be destroyed. Misread prophecy he was the child messiah claimed by good and evil which path will he take?  
3. Cryptic Nightmares 06:27
He can feel it in his bones The tides are turning the seeds have been sewn the tides are turning He can feel it in his bones his mind is burning the seeds have been sewn his mind is burning He can feel it in his bones The tides are turning the seeds have been sewn the tides are turning An eternal flame burns within him all the power of the stars flow through his soul a great unease forged in the cold depths It torments the dreams of a vulnerable south vivid visions of pain and suffering such fear can only lead to darkness He will not embrace death – the nature of the universe Writhing through his thoughts like maggots in flesh waking in cold sweat each and every night twisting, contorting, flailing, tortured manipulated by this black spectre of prophecy images of suffering, death to the innocent he's growing ever stronger, the pieces fall in place lecherous thoughts betray his sacred vows he is but a pawn in a game to wake a nightmare blinded by desires, passion is his downfall ruthless brutality wasted on the weak Writhing through his thoughts like maggots in flesh waking in cold sweat each and every night [Agonizing Howling]
4. Serpentine Whispers 05:24
 There is one always watching from the shadows disguised as an affable mentor,
one who knows the gifts of the darkness, his words reek o' lies and a power unmatched
no one can sense his ever creeping influence, as he shrouds his ill will from his foes
he knows the young one's passions will overwhelm -all the somber vows he has sworn
slithering into his ears, a legend was passed down from the old master to the vile disciple
dark magic, dark desire, unnatural power - see the dead, stop the dying, save the ones he loves

the necromantic powers guised in white,
a noble cloth hides the fetid spirit
a bastard child born of prophecy,
misplaced hope of an age forgotten
his words are like the singing of serpents
songs the color of shadows
he blurs the line between good and evil
a false smile masking the deceit

sensing the young one's power and lust, he grows ever bolder still,
a silver tongue conceals the bile of his nature – he wants to consume the stars:
“sit with me, my child, I know what troubles you, so listen to my words attentively:
become a god, create life – though some might hold these ancient secrets as unholy and unnatural”

"Ecce ops occulta, ops regnare super mortem. Opem celaverunt ab te, verum quidem opem."
5. Acolyte of the Tenebrous Night 07:11
Dark tendrils infect his soul his fate is sealed, he kills those near that darkness he sought to destroy becomes entwined and one he wanted an end to mortality but he becomes death was his sacrifice worth it? The stars will scream in agony The very noblest of intentions they burn the deepest scars of a mind forever lost in the black madness of despair He rises as an agent of darkness he fulfills his destiny an apprentice of hate and cold he is born of prophecy his soul rots from within and the darkness is revealed but he powerless to resist the calling of the void his dreams haunt him with images of that frostbitten eidolon he is the harbinger of pain of the very same future he sought to destroy groves of grotesquely misshapen corpses lay in his wake he is the ultimate betrayer whose name shall make the heavens weep
6. Unending Power 08:12
he moves with singular purpose, he walks through the cold stone, hideous betrayal, the innocent slaughtered no mercy, no remorse, he spits - on the corpses within this ancient temple, children impaled, no one is spared, no price is too great screeching in terror, fleeing footsteps, no one escapes, no one survives he embodies a wretched evil, long forgotten, forbidden name fire for blood, a power so endless, the sacrificial soul tears itself apart precious life is traded, victims of the void he feels righteous in the darkness, and nothing can stop the night feeding on fear, feeding on anguish, engorging his power, mindless slaughter corruption fills his mind with hate, all along this was his fate, insolent apostasy blasphemes the great prophecy “How can this feel so pure? How can this feel so right? How can I reclaim my past? How can I undo what I have seen? How can I bring them back? Immortality shall be my gift, the gift I grant to thee. Come and be immortal with me.”  
7. Oblivion 06:20
 Falling, cursing, destroying, hating,
killing, Butcher, demon, earth crusher,
slave to sin, blinded by fury,
enthralled by the black abyss
immortal judgment

Soaring through the stars, slaying the enemies of his dread lord
Screaming agony, harvest souls, like a fell beast from hell

He seals his fate, He fulfills his master's will
Upon a throne of damned souls, under a black crown
decapitating, decimating, a grim envoy of death
eradicate the impure, enter oblivion

Soaring through the stars, slaying the enemies of his dread lord
Screaming agony, harvest souls, like a fell beast from hell

"I cannot turn back, I must not think twice, I must learn the secret, I must have this power, I must defeat death"

Treachery, passion, absolute ruination
Searching for the answer, all morality is displaced
His mind is enslaved, his soul - disfigured
The darkness warps his grimace into an agonizing smile

Soaring through the stars, slaying the enemies of his dread lord
Screaming agony, harvest souls, like a fell beast from hell

Fire burns in his veins at the twilight of the final nightfall
A shattered soul, broken, now lost for eternity,
screams from within a flesh prison
The ancient ones grin their evil grins,

Vile sorcery, planets imploded,
life extinguished. ghastly shrieking.
Every tree burned.
Every bird dropped dead from the sky
Every lake dried, every creature rotting,
the smell of death rising
Broken fingers dig their masters' graves
endless suffering, charred corpses
spirit of vengeance, his name - anathema

There once was a passion, a love,
a great beauty that all the stars smiled upon
an essence so pure, so noble, so full of hope,
an avatar of wisdom, peace and justice
She stares at him in disbelief, and her heart breaks a thousand times
tears enough to drown all souls of a million worlds,
She cannot understand what he has done for her,
allies lay forsaken, discarded all his vows
8. Despair 08:56
Ashes fill his lungs, flesh is peeling away Severed limbs around, His rage won’t let him die A mentor turns his back, a brother is laid to rest, A dreamer turns to dust, a lover breaths a final breath “I feel my body burning; my soul is split in two, Cut down and left to die, I clutch the earth in mortal terror, blackened flesh, eviscerated, I choke on ash and curse his name” Again the black savior arrives, to claim his prize, A tool of destruction too valuable to lose, Destroy, dehumanize, power, control An icon of evil, the face of sin “I feel my body burning; my soul is split in two, Cut down and left to die, I clutch the earth in mortal terror, blackened flesh, eviscerated, I choke on ash and curse his name” It is a grand paradox he is more machine than man Enslaved forever inside this black mechanical prison. In agony, doing the bidding of his foul master   

  55:18


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