jueves, 10 de septiembre de 2015


Origen: India, Kolkata
Formados: 2010
Estilo: Black
Temática: Ateismo, cultura y sociedad de la India e historia
  • Carvaka Guitarra y voces
  • Mimamsa  Batería
  • Samkhya Bajo


  • Ayodhya Burns EP 2010
  • The Drowning of the Elephant God EP 2012
  • The Carnage of Godhra EP 2015
  • Trident Recopilatorio 2015
  • Rise of the Saffron Empire EP 2016
  • $cam EP 2017
  • Bloody Sabarimala Single 2018 Fuck All Religions Equally / Bloody Sabarimala Single 2019 Fuck All Religions, Equally Single 2019
  • The Revolution Will Not Be Televised but It Will Be Heard CD 2020
Tercer EP para la banda india que viene a dar un toque de atención sobre la escena emergente del país. Tres temas que discurren entre pasajes de black metal, death metal y música tradicional de una forma bastante equilibrada, tal vez estemos ante la obra más completa de la trilogía de eps que han editado, tanto por la madurez de la propuesta como por el sonido profesional arrancado a los temas. El grupo viene de ir evolucionando poco a poco su sonido, pasando en sus inicios de una mayor influencia del black, a ir virando y dejar que el death fuera ganando peso, todo hay que decirlo no exento de cierta melodía en segundo plano. Su música recoge varias influencias pero es interesante el acierto de incorporar elementos de música tradicional en las composiciones de manera efectiva. Todo ello acaba por sonar como una maquina de destrucción de black death metal, no en su vertiente más clásica pero si cumpliendo sobradamente. Tal vez se eche en falta una mayor contundencia de la batería, las voces se emplean a fondo en una faceta agresiva escupiendo letras de crítica social y antireligión. Un ep, en definitiva, que ofrece tres temas agresivos y contundentes de black-death con algunos toques folk. (7,9).

1. The Carnage of Godhra 05:56

2. Ab Ki Baar, It all goes back to Ayodhya, a holy land claimed so,
Wretched human religious beliefs, seeds of hate they sow.

The train it chugs along the rail she goes,
Somewhere along the way an evil it did grow.

The returning pilgrims with a religious blindfold,
Then came the attack for reasons unknown.

Godhra it was named, humanity shamed,
There is no fire without a spark.

Trapped. Stoned. Burnt Alive.
Were they Hindu, Muslim or Humans in the fire?

What reason could there be to spark such horrific ire ?
The tales are a plenty, who speaks the truth? Who is the liar?
The provocation was there and the reaction was strong
And this you believe is a service to your god?

Do you realize it begins at the divide?
Do you realize you are blinded by lies?
Take away your religion and see what you find.
Take away your god and do you still see eye for an eye?

How can you sleep with the blood that you’ve seen?
Live each day, is there no guilt you feel?
Do visions of those charred bodies not haunt your sleep?
How can you still justify your religious beliefs?

The truth is still buried and justice is not served
Conspiracies are a plenty, 59 people burned,
So many different stories, which one is the word?
Who was the real demon leading the violent herd?

This was just the beginning
Of a genocide that was brewing
The swords they were sharpening
For the mass revenge killing

In the name of a god.
Your best imaginary friend
In the name of a god.
It’s just good business in the end. 06:51
A mountain of bodies, in four trucks disposed
In an empty well, dozens more found a home.
Women and children, no one was spared.
Even the police, did not seem to care.

We begged the gun-toting police,
Sir, let our innocent children go
He questioned their innocence and said
Aaj marna hai tum ko!

They surrounded us and doused us with petrol and kerosene
They burned us alive; I screamed I cried, at the bottom of the human pile, still alive
Six of my family, none have survived, my baby boys I watched them die
The government can give us money but will it really suffice?
Cash cannot replace justice, how do you put a price on their lives?

The women who tried to escape, they were molested
Their mouths were clamped, their clothes were torn
Kausar she stood beside me, with a child, unborn
Her womb was slit open, the foetus impaled on a sword.

At the graveyard he sits, counting the dead bodies
Not a sight for human eyes, hamari bhi himat tuti

Wherever there was an attack, women were raped
Their bodies still scarred, each mark tells the tale.
Another family of seven, hid in a field for two days
Found by the mob who stole their money and killed them anyway.

Jafri was dragged into the street and forced to parade naked
Refusing to say "Jai Shri Ram" they beheaded and burnt his remains

Think of the hate they create
Of all the lies they spread
Hindu or Muslim, it doesn’t matter
Religion should be dead.

Motherfucking religious leaders
Brainwashing the gullible fools
Creating an army of religious warriors
To fight a war that can bear no fruit.

Mandir bhi le lo, masjid bhi le lo
Magar tum hamare lahu se na khel
3. Gaurav Yatra (The Aftermath) 06:52
 Seven Ninety Muslims and Two Fifty Four Hindus died
The religion doesn’t matter that is over a 1000 human lives
The fires died down and the smoke did clear
A blood stained ground, people living in fear

Widespread destruction, a system that failed
So many arrested, murderers let out on bail
Homeless, penniless, wandering in pain,
Still waiting for justice and relief that never came.

We are still missing answers, to what started the fire
What was the incident to spark the ire?
What was the reason? Have people conspired?
Is this all part of some political game?
They say in a game of Chess, the pawns die first. 
Does the butchering of innocent really quench the blood thirst?
If you both had the same god, who would draw their blade first? 

In the wake of this tragedy some prominent leaders did speak
Their speeches filled with hate, more evil they did breed
Bal Thackeray spewed venom and so did the VHP
Evil did show many shames, behold the Indian Mujahedeen

Violence will only breed more violence
When will the killing of the innocent stop
We must educated the youth of our nation
Empower them to not be brainwashed, by religion.

Can you imagine watching your family killed before your own eyes?
Do you think you will ever sleep peacefully after watching such horrific crimes? 
How can anyone even live a normal life after hearing those helpless cries? 
Will you still find a reason to live after everyone you love has died? 
Even though 10 years have passed, the ghosts still haunt my life
There has been no justice, no relief, a nightmare with no respite.


Limited to 300 copies with 12" inlay.


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