Origen: Holanda
Formados: 2012
Estilo: Black, death
Temática: Esoterismo, filosofía, misticismo y mitología
Miembros:
- BN Batería
- JB Guitarra y letras
- ML Bajo, letras y teclados
- MvS Voces y letras
- Promo 2015 Demo 2015
- Ouroboros Stirs CD 2018
PROMO 2015
La reciente incorporación de un vocalistas como MvS era la pieza exacta que necesitaba The Shiva Hypotheis para darle el impulso definitivo a la banda y decidirse a la grabación de su primera demo. Demo de tres temas que sobre todo destaca por el gran sonido conseguido, perfectamente audible todas las partes y sobrado de contundencia. La promo se mueve entre un black, death metal en un primer momento, pero pronto descubrimos otras influencias como puede ser el thrash y una parte ambient. El buen sonido conseguido en esta promo nos permite disfrutar del gran trabajo realizado a las voces, la mayoría de las veces de tinte agresivos, cercanas al death, pero que también se adentran en terrenos más oscuros y místicos. Los riffs de guitarras se mueven en un terreno cercano al thrash, pero en algunas partes son más pesados y fríos lo que no deja de recordarnos que estamos ante una banda de black, tal vez también por ciertas reminiscencias melódicas y paganas, no podemos olvidar que las mitología es un tema importante en la concepción de la banda. Por otra parte la batería suena potente pero sin solapar los demás elementos presentes en la propuesta de The Shiva Hypothesis. Si bien en un primer momento la impresión que nos llevamos es que vamos a asistir a una descarga de black-death al uso con mucho sonido moderno y prefabricado, lo cierto es que esta primera impresión queda desterrada a las primeras de cambio gracias a la variada y la atractiva que se nos muestra la propuesta. (8,2).
1. Caduceus 05:34
Oh, fertile Mercury,
show us how to embrace the silence.
The foretelling powers of man run dry.
Your refuge, take beyond the grasp of man,
enthroned above the seat of kings.
Free from contamination of clarity.
When the hand points to still contemplation,
withdraw the consciousness into the vacuum of the mind.
Oh, fertile Mercury,
show us how to embrace the silence.
The foretelling powers of man run dry.
Let no sound or motion tremble the currents of your flight.
Transcend the construct of time and let your light shine so bright that no man sees you.
Solitary upon the tops above the crowds,
meticulous, both in mind and motion.
Hidden lore adorns the pages of his tome,
crystal thoughts, secure from wavering.
Encased in silent composure.
And the great beast of hell,
as dormant at the heel.
Boast control of speech, action and thought
Become a conductor to the knowledge,
hidden in plain sight by the intricate measures of the gods.
Tend to the secret seed of all life’s serpent plan.
Oh, steadfast Aion,
show us how to embrace the silence.
The foretelling powers of man run dry.
Grace us with the salving rains of insight.
2. Praedormitium 05:57
Ridden to the swirling pit, christened in the mara’s spit.
Into deeper realms of restlessness stirred, compelled to fall in line.
Witch-moon, upon your creek of blood afloat,
guide the stricken through the night,
that, from the womb of Babalon, they may spring to greet the dawn.
Brooding heavy upon your chest, I will attend you as a nocturnal fury.
While homunculi flit between the borders of the realms.
The Kephra arise.
The presence looming through the thick veils of twilight,
solemn figures in shreds of carrion clad.
It is the jackal god in dual form who at the threshold stands.
Hazards warded off by the sentinel’s blade.
The lantern of the herald illuminates the path.
Send the vapours of the calm streams aloft
in churning, breeching, breaking waves.
A hollow cry rends the parish of the mind
and robs the eyes of sight.
Wretched, feral, revellers aline.
Fade into ferocious colours as the breath of life ignites.
3. Maze of Delusion 09:03
On the plane of existence,
the arcane grandeur of the sorcerer’s dreams
mimics divinity.
Watch how the currents change
and the flora bends to his words,
in a magnificent mockery.
Skin-deep is the influence of man
and capricious are his goals.
His exploits are vanity.
The hubris of man is his strive to alter
and his lack of willingness to adapt.
Baboon:
Whose words can be exalted when words are of the soil?
Far from celestial splendour, mere illusions are all that you can hope to beget.
Unfit to achieve the sacred diction,
the eloquence of the gods.
The tendrils of mundanity bar shut the hidden regions of the mind.
Baboon:
Each syllable uttered further swallows up your sanctity.
Syphoning your grasp on the world.
Each exhalation, a step further from the truth, a step deeper into the maze.
Great harbinger of the word,
wake the grace of our souls, shatter the walls around our minds.
By the light of the lantern, the serpent coiled staff points towards the hills.
20:34
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