WITCHCULT

Origen: Dinamarca, Copenhagen
Formados: ?
Estilo: Black
Temática: Adoración al demonio, brujas, ocultismo y rituales
Enlaces: Bandcamp y facebook
Miembros: 

• Arent Batería
• Benedictus Bajo
• Besat Guitarra
• Erebos Guitarra
• Spedalsk Voces

Discografia:

• Cantate of the Black Mass CD 2019

CANTATE OF THE BLACK MASS (2019)

Interesante primer lanzamiento para esta banda danesa en cuyo núcleo podemos encontrar a miembros de Ligfaerd. Ocho temas de black metal influenciado por el sonido más clásico de género, sonando compactos, y directos a lo largo de un álbum que cuenta a su favor con una interesante producción. Desde el comienzo del álbum Witchcult arremete con un black furioso, donde violentos y directos riffs de guitarras se suceden sin piedad, algunos con influencias tharah, otros con algo de sonidos más cercanos al black`roll, El trabajo de la batería es soberbio, brutal el apartado de la velocidad y contundencia, dos facetas que son inherentes al sonido de este "Cantate of the Black Mass", pero capaz también de amoldarse a los contados cambios de ritmo ejerciendo en ellos una función de oscura malevolencia. Las voces siguen un registro directo y oscuro , en donde dejan un regusto a frialdad. Todo ello da como resultado un trabajo en donde el sonido se adentra por terreno del ocultismo, aspecto muy logrado en el conjunto del álbum, al mismo tiempo que también se desprende un toque ritualista como trasfondo, más presente cuando el ritmo desacelera. Estamos ante un primer trabajo muy potente que salvando las distancias podríamos encuadrar dentro del sonido de la escuela danesa de bandas como Denial of God. (7,6).

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1. I Am the Witch 03:53

  I am the cloven

Irreverence aflame

Performer of arts most unclean

Throat of the coven

Caller of his name

And bell for the cult to convene

I am damnation’s arrival

I am sacrilege

I am the Devil’s disciple

I am! I am the witch

I swore my oaths in a circle of rats

Anointed in blood of menstruation

Drank from the chalice of hemlock at mass

With Satan

I am debasement

Sedition and sin

Brewer of mixtures and poison

Wielder of ailments

Of tissue and skin

And marvels apostates rejoice in

I am damnation’s arrival

I am sacrilege

I am the Devil’s disciple

I am! I am the witch

I carve in my body his sulphurous seal

And fornicate with demons

Bask in the glory of secrets revealed

Baptised and blessed with their semen

Exalter of vermin

Dissenter of God

I am iniquity sainted

Wet nurse of serpents

Usurer of blood

And master of all that is tainted

I am damnation’s arrival

I am sacrilege

I am the Devil’s disciple

I am! I am the witch

2. The Hex of Uncreation 04:09

 Heed us! we call upon you Satan

Our voices howling in the storm

Grant us the rule of uncreation

The power to unmake and reform

Viciously, maliciously

profoundly sacrilegiously

We sing to thee our litany

On this Walpurgis night

Debauchery and sorcery

And bestial deformity

In unity on mountains three

In one infernal rite

From Brocken hear our incantations

From Hekla hear our mania rise

Hearken from Lyderhorn

The pounding of our drums

As all our blasphemies unite

Unseen, unclean

Unthreading of creation’s seam

Unstill until

Unrelenting force of will

Unfolds untold

Unleashing of death thousand-fold

Unmasked, untasked

Uncreation rise

At last

By fluids and nauseating fetor

Undressed our sacrifice’s begun

To crumble the gilded seat of Peter

And render the Holy See undone

Arduous, laborious

On mind and body torturous

We kneel and offer all of us

To fornicate with fiends

Contemptuous, tempestuous

And carnally incestuous

Witches along sorcerers

To make the angels bleed

Unseen, unclean

Unthreading of creation’s seam

Unstill until

Unrelenting force of will

Unfolds untold

Unleashing of death thousand-fold

Unmasked, untasked

Uncreation rise

At last 

3. The Sarkic Ritual 03:46

  A twisting, writhing, naked swarm

An orgy in your name

A screaming dance in frantic trance

Around a sacred pyre aflame

A sacrilegious sabbath nigh

Of tissue, flesh and skin

Upon May Eve we shall receive

Twice or more the blessings for our mortal sin

I carve your secret marks

Deep into my flesh

To consecrate the skin

That I torment and thresh

I anoint my body

In fluids most obscene

Expose my sex to heaven

As I call to thee

Now cast your gaze upon my face

Exalt me with your sinful grace

As in my daze I sing your praise

And laud you in so many ways

For seven days the music plays

As we all dance in violent craze

Through toxic haze and fiery blaze

We all your will and power chase

Your hand that weighs, your hand that flays

That guides us through the earthly maze

Grant us a taste, grant us a place

To share in your revered disgrace

Lord of the flesh

The fast approaching witching hour

Calls us to your feast

The blessed goat of blackest coat

Foul and squirming with disease

Demands that everyone joins in

The eating of its flesh

Lymph nodes and malignant growths

To spread the seed and cull the weak

To start afresh

Blessings of contagion

Released upon the world

In the name of Satan

The new order unfurled

A cleansing of the earth

To pester and molest

The order of the worm

Nursed upon her brea

4. Sour Wine and Bitter Bread 03:50

In the dead of night

In the graveyard

By a pallid lantern

Collecting parts

Finger of a thief

Soil of graves

Jaw of unwed maiden

And mandrake

All I strew before me

Carve up, crush and grind

Whisper curses hoary

And mix with bread and wine

Mandragora

Wine of frenzied nightmare wails

Distalphalanx

Bread with flakes of bone and nails

Premolares

Choke on shards of splintered teeth

Lumbricidæ

Vomit soil and worms beneath

All the items chosen

Finally defiled

In the hollowed totem

Of a stillborn child

Buried by the steeple

Stuffed with hay and grass

Closed with thread and needle

Complete for Sunday mass

Mandragora

Wine of frenzied nightmare wails

Distalphalanx

Bread with flakes of bone and nails

Premolares

Choke on shards of splintered teeth

Lumbricidæ

Vomit soil and worms beneath

Mandragora

Wine of frenzied nightmare wails

Distalphalanx

Bread with flakes of bone and nails

Premolares

Choke on shards of splintered teeth

Lumbricidæ

Vomit soil and worms beneath

5. Vexations of the Black Arts 05:12

In chambers dark the cult convenes

And toils without a sound

To darken day and brighten night

Turn year and trice around

We choke the lamb on bleeding flesh

The wolf on grass and straw

We magnify the feeble draught

And stifle storms by force

By scorching ice and freezing flame

We force creation’s hand

By whispered chant and shouted prayer

By sorcery’s demand

We starve alive and feed to death

We twist the world awry

For nature vexed is nature bare

Uncovered by her cries

We pluck the wings off angels

To study through mirror and glass

And open their chests

To measure their hearts

The heavenly host unmasked

Witchery and curses, the sacrifice of blood

The will of man to always stand

Against the will of God

Confided in by Satan, given of his might

To blind the eye, reveal the lie

And master nature’s plight

Surpassers of divine intent

To know what’s deemed unknown

With seething cauldrons, spite distilled

We rival God alone

Our lungs ablaze with mercury

Our breath a noxious fume

Our children birthed by poisoned seed

Into a toxic womb

Witchery and curses, the sacrifice of blood

The will of man to always stand

Against the will of God

Confided in by Satan, given of his might

To blind the eye, reveal the lie

And master nature’s plight

By heresy and sacrilege

We forge our own salvation

A bar before damnation’s door

A passkey into heaven

And meet by mastery of earth

Our maker face to face

To watch him drink the poisoned cup

And finally upon his seat light all his deeds

Ablaze

6. Scholomance 02:42

  Come all ye faithless

And hearken the words of my voice

By witchcraft and curses nameless

You’ll remake the earth, so rejoice

Follow the stream of bodily fluids

Retread my steps to the east

Through Carpathian gating

Into a school of sin

Directed and taught by Satan himself

With nine further students within

Monument of sin’s foundation

College of the blackest arts

Academy of dread creation

Archives of forbidden charts

First matriculated by bloodletting

And child sacrifice

Then meticulously taught

To master sorcery and vice

Last on hand and forehead anointed

In bile and vitriol

To grant entrance to the deepest

Hollows of Domdaniel

But only nine may leave

One the Devil excise

So hence ensure to achieve

Lest ye become the price

Monument of sin’s foundation

College of the blackest arts

Academy of dread creation

Archives of forbidden charts

So come all ye faithless

And study to be God

7. Trials of the Flesh 05:26

Friars, priests, kings and judges All are mere dolls to our Lord All their power in his clutches For tribulations and reward And so the lords of earth enthralled Now saw the witches’ rule of all And that their own would fade and pall And thus in them he would instill A hunger deep for ails and ill Towards his own to hunt and kill A trial of the will They tried to find our hidden markings They made us read aloud their prayer They tested us by our drowning And scolding iron we would bear But we’re of trickery and mettle And lies are ever in our breath And defiled by his devils Can suffer anything but death Atop the Judas cradle Astride the anguish pear Far stretched upon a table And on the iron chair Their final measure was by fire As thousands innocent were gone A dire purge on the pyre But even then we would taunt: Tongues of fire, tongues of fire With every word my voice grows higher Breathe the word, breathe the word From lungs ablaze my voice is heard Tongues of fire, tongues of fire I call upon the names most dire Breathe the word, breathe the word And exhale spells most grave on earth Thus it was through the ages But our suffering is past Now we stand more tenacious And our coven has grown vast  

8. Seven Brides for the Scarlet King 05:11

  They gather round the natal bed

The foolish and the wise

They fear the child yet to be born

Whose voice shall rend the skies

The faithful watch the forest for

The coming of the King

With lanterns bright, await at night

The end of everything

The princess’s in the tower ever

Hidden far away

But nothing under heaven wrought can

Keep the groom at bay

They gather round with leering smiles

The soulless and the dead

Though she unwinds, the cruelest minds

Will keep her in her bed

The cretin moon no more is howling

Gone its mourning black

In their dreams its face is prowling

Come to take them back

The King is in his courting clothes

The brides are in their beds

The unborn princes wait in sleep

To raise their eager heads

Six were broken by their bindings

Six no more shall sing

Comes the seventh full unwinding

All the bells will ring

When the first had given birth

The birds no more would sing

Her screaming cries would shake the skies

As she called out for her King

By doctor’s blade the second bade

A life into the world

Untimely hewn ´neath silent moon

And out of life was hurled

His bride the third remained unheard

Her cries for help ignored

She stopped her life with surgeon’s knife

And gave it to Our Lord

The fourth prepared a dagger sharp

And placed it at her heart

The perfect cure cannot make pure

What Kings have set apart

The fifth one’s crown was bearing down

Upon her troubled head

Their rite of ail would smite and fail

Once more creation bled

On the sixth’s day, the walls gave way

The oceans turned to ash

The heavy toll on caring souls

Almost let the King pass

The seventh bride will break the tides

The moon no more will shine

There comes a day not far away

She’ll birth the death of time

  34:09

Chalice of Blood - "Helig, Helig, Helig 13,99 €

Enigmatic Occult Swedish union of CHALICE OF BLOOD is back with a first feature length release. After a classic 2005 demo and two brilliant splits (with ARKHA SVA and ISRATHOUM) comes a work of several years of occult growth and maturation. "Helig, Helig, Helig" appears as a violent and intense storm, with a fair share of obscure yet not overpowering melodies. Pitch-black aural assault, with production by MARDUK's Lars Broddesson and layout by ever-evolving digital genius of Brianvdp.