domingo, 29 de octubre de 2017


Origen: Rumanía, Cluj.
Formados: 2010
Estilo: Funeral doom
Temática: Angustia, desanimo, desesperación, misantropía y suicidio
Enlaces: Facebook
  • Alex Bajo
  • Cosmin Guitarra
  • Flaviu Teclados
  • Florentin Guitarra, letras y teclado
  • Liviu Guitarra
  • Luca Batería
  • Xander  Guitarra y voces

  • Wings of Solitude Demo 2010  
  • Vanity Devotion EP 2011
  • Hierophant of the Night Single 2012  
  • The Bearer of All Storms CD 2014  
  • Synaptic Veil CD 2017
  • Opium CD 2020
Seguro que el camino recorrido en estos siete años que llevan en activo, no ha sido un camino fácil y mucho menos sencillo, prueba de ello es que la banda ha venido sufriendo diferentes cambios de formación en más de la mitad del line-up de la misma. Tampoco ha sido sencillo, ya que estamos hablando del segundo larga duración, con unos inicios bastante titubeantes que dieron lugar a su primer larga duración hace tres años. Sin embargo, si que todos estos obstáculos han tenido una función, que no es otra que dotar a su música de la madurez necesaria como para dotar a su música de mayor personalidad. En los cinco nuevos temas que dan forma a este nuevo trabajo sería un tanto injusto encerrarlos o encasillarlos sólo dentro de la vertiente funeral doom. El amplio número de músicos que conforman el line-up de la banda permite una mayor riqueza de estilo y de registros. Si que la carga, la pesadez, la languidez y la lentitud de todo el conjunto está fuera de toda duda, logrando ofrecer una fuerte carga emocional de sentimientos oscuros y fríos repletos de desesperación y angustia. Sin embargo también es cierto que la inclusión de algunos pasajes de teclados, algunas voces dobladas en un segundo plano y la larga extensión de  las canciones, permiten la inclusión de algunos pasajes sin tarta carga de de oscuridad; dan a la música un acercamiento hacia terrenos góticos en algunos pasajes, hacia el death en otros, gracias a las voces cavernosas y pesadas, al mismo tiempo que la melancolía y la depresión invaden su música. Todo seguidor de esta vertiente musical, creo que encontrará suficientes elementos interesantes en este trabajo para que se de su agrado. (7,8).

1. Damnatio Memoriae 13:18
 A swift blow, a last heart-throb, the crowd's roar - then the pain of the birth of a sun 

Hazy eyes saw my final breath soar - as my body and head were not one 
And I could not recall what I lived for, and I could not recall how I've sinned 
While their nails in my flesh deeply tore as my warm blood scented, scented the wind 

"What a beautiful world to depart" - I whispered while I entered Letus' dominion 
"A world I'm no longer enslaved in" 
And they gave my carcass to vultures, and they gave my name to oblivion 
As they crushed the stone it's engraved in 

Dooming the remembrance, banished for eternity 
Scorned and subdued, abolished from reality 
The fiber of bleeding, surrendered surrendered 
Secluded incomplete, smeared in ashes 

Damnatio memoriae 
All traces removed 
Sentenced to be wiped out 
A being rendered invisible 

By the highest gallows, an obelisk of failure 
Devoid of name and purpose, watching life unfold 
Lost in an ocean of strings, a life wasted 
Autonomous hands playing the harmonic pelicula
2. Alone with My Thoughts 07:18
In silence I can hear my breath 
One won't believe how long the last breath lasts: 
It lingers past the seventh gate of death 
Where there's no flesh, no memory, no heart 

This field of roses looks to them 
Immaculate and fragrant, white and still 
Faint beings, subdued to their will 
- And they don't care from where they stem 

To us - red roses, without scent or smell 
Cover the soil our blood has fed 
We grasp their roots, brains rattling in our head 
'cause we're all dead and this is Hell 

In darkness I would grasp her hand 
Cover it with my palms, coddle it in 
I thought I'll do this far beyond the end 
'till our fingers had no skin 

To me - how much all things would matter then 
But now they matter not. I'm he who rots - 
Below the hasty, callous steps of men 
I am alone, here, with my thoughts.
3. Demise 14:12  
I wish my thoughts were more akin to theirs 
My mind - a shrink-wrapped, sanitary attic 
No screeching doors, no running down the stairs 
The silence never broken by a burst of static. 
Could I be worthy of a higher praise? 
Yes - is the answer that will frequently transpire 
I fear it's just insanity that frays 
My fragile strings of nerves tugged by desire: 

A dream chimaera fell with one clean sweep. 
I'm trapped just like them, but at least I chose my maze 
Not knowing it goes vastly wide and deep 
In this world I bear watching solely through a haze 

How warm and silent is the lesser death of sleep... 
No gnashing of the teeth, no painful flashes 
Like embers scattered among bodies on a pyre 
I only see the stars - as they smoulder to ashes. 

I've got so many wounds, but slumber weaves its bands 
And so, with night and lids shielding my eyes 
I, grasping the cold clay with absent hands, 
Grow peaceful with the thought of my demise
4. Silence in Sable Acrotism 08:24
   Bow your head

For I am not the silence of the stone 
Nor the dainty silence behind lips unmoved 
The void will sometimes void itself 
I'm that which dwells instead 

Bow your head

I am the blood unseen 
Staining thine flags of sable velvet 
A face, half draped with skin 
The other lost to shade 
Shade beyond grief, grief beyond dread 

Bow your head 

Quite like the hand 
That will retain no shape 
Of bodies it once grasps 
There's no past fading echo to my silence 
Just hands unseen that reach around my neck 
Back when things spoke, they said 

Bow your head!
5. Tomorrow 14:01
These ravenous thoughts still squirm in my skull These poisonous veins still bursting with sorrow One would think that such pain would rend senses dull Yet through scorching delusion I crawl every dawn And every day I'm just waiting for tomorrow They say love is light they say love is life But none of them lived and counted the scars It's simply the kind hand that clutches the knife Now cold is my breath, but colder your smile Colder yet than the void that swallows the stars There's an odd kind of waltz we danced for a while To the decadent cadence of a crumbling hearse Our hands slip back together, my grin turns to a smile And red drops ascend from immaculate tiles But little we knew we danced in reverse A spring of black blood has flooded the grove And the forests are fainting enraptured by blight You were a seven-headed Hydra, my love Three I have severed, and three I have crushed But one I have foolishly buried inside There's no truer forever than "forever gone" What can an unyielding, yet broken man say? I'm a swarm of drunk ravens hatching the sun I'm no place for your head, I can barely stand one Crawl outside of me, just go away!

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