Origen: Polonia.
Formados: 2014
Estilo: Black, death
Temática: Mitológía y muerte
Miembros:
- Hyperborean Guitarra y voces
- Oblivion Bajo
Discografía:
- I Am the Scourge of Eternity CD 2015
- Become Seekers for Death CD 2022
BECOME SEEKERS FOR DEATH (2022)
Siete años han trascurrido desde la edición del primer álbum de este combo, siete años que han servido para acabar de definir un sonido que le debe mucho a un black mtal de corte asfixiante y caótico sin renunciar a un sonido deudor de elementos de procedencia death. Un trabajo que desde el comienzo ofrece una buena descarga de putrefactos riffs que no renuncian a diversas influencias que van por un lado por terrenos death si hablamos de la carga y la densidad del sonido, mientras que la parte más meramente black se emplea a fondo en ofrecer un sonido asfixiante, denso y profundo con un elemento definitorio como puede ser secciones disonantes en donde una vertiente caótica cobra especial protagonismo llevando a terrenos mucho más oscuros el sonido del álbum, logrando en medio de todo este nutrido grupo de influencias en cuanto a sonido, conjugar una atmosfera oscura y decadente, del todo infecta. El ritmo en líneas generales es alto, con un sonido de batería enfocado a crear un muro de sonido, con cambios de ritmos espontáneos que nutren de cierta complejidad el sonido del álbum, más si sumamos los diferentes estilos de riffs presentes a lo largo del mismo, así como unas voces que se mecen en terrenos black/death, es decir, profundas, agresivas y llenas de oscuridad. Un trabajo que acaba por atrapar al oyente en la profundidad de su propuesta. (7,9).
Fallen Angel Distro
1. Ironclad Nemesis 05:07
Behold the burning
Behold the crimson skies
The marching in darkness
The demise
Behold the fall
Behold the burning skies
The trembling in darkness
As the world dies
The trembling
As the world dies
The burning
As your world dies
She is the howling
She is the wounds
She is the scorched earth
She is the terror
She is the frigid gleam of the falling sword
She is the blood that stains the marble
She is the final breath by a poisoned well
The smoke and the screams borne on the wind
Her hand is the iron spearhead
Her breath is the incineration of the dead
The scourge of the fates
Ironclad Nemesis
Skies turn blood red
As she awakens
With poison gas
With explosions
With flames
With razor wire
Tread her feet
Her hand is the iron spearhead
Her breath is the incineration of the dead
The scourge of the fates
Ironclad Nemesis
Skies turn blood red
As she awakens
Demise of the world
She is dormant no more
Demise of the world
A violent sunrise
Descent of the world
In the dead of dawn
Descent of the world
In fire
2. On the Wings of Drought 03:42
Where the white of the temple’s marble
Meets the leaden rock of the land
In the dark behind the iron gates
Seething breath of anger lurks
The skies are torn from the seas
By the unrelenting sun
On the arid flesh of the earth
Waves of conflagration beat down
The lifeless lands
The incandescent skies
Death draws near
With the flutter of the wings of drought
In the sodden dark of the underworld
The daughter of the goddess is raped
Again and again – imprisoned forever
By the venom of a putrid fruit
The light of torches is drowned
In waves of subterranean unlight
The searcher lingers in vain
The flicker of torches dies
The eternal cycle is born of
Rape, wrath, and hate
The eternal light is forever
Born of the dark
The turn of the wheel is born of
Rape, wrath, and hate
The eternal cycle of life
Is driven by death
Through suffocations of darkness
The sounds of the harp meander
The sounds of the harp spiral
Through suffocations of the underworld
On the wings of drought
3. The Thunder Spoke to the Spirit 03:45
The gaze of lightning
My prayer
The howling depths
My prayer
Claws of the sea
My prayer
The trembling shores
When hordes of slaves broke their backs
To raise the walls of the pyramids
When the kings lay in their demise
The thunder spoke to the spirit
Thereupon came he
Who is all death
And he created
The serpent in the river
And he created winter
And the fly on the festering wound
When the winds of war in their rage
Tore down the temple walls
When in place of stone there stood
Pillars of fire and smoke
The thunder spoke to the spirit
The blessing on streams of blood
I have known
And the waves of flames spat forth
When the spirit sacrificed itself to rise
When the womb of the earth was torn asunder
The eyes of the prophets turned
To the sacred mountain
Beneath a cloak of clouds
Beneath the thunder
I shall burn
I shall arise
As the spirit enters
The pillar of blood
As all eyes turn
To the sacred mountain
Beneath a cloak of clouds
Beneath the thunder
4. When the Ancients Speak 07:39
I
Stench of death in the throne room
Stench of disease in the air
The fate of the kingdom lies stricken
Pale shadow writhing in pain
A sage come across the desert
Raises his hand
Terrible words are spoken
Terrible words are heard
The words fail
Before the iron sceptre
Before the laws cast in stone
Mouldy fingers of sickness
Touch the eyes as they close
A sage come across the desert
Lowers his hand
Terrible words were spoken
Terrible words were heard
The words failed
The ancients drive the hand
And the tongue of the Magi
The ancients cast the sentence
The sage is led to die
The ancients drive the hand
And the tongue of the Magi
When the ancients speak
Worlds abide
II
The walls of the city
Crack in the ruthless sun
The teeth of the crouching towers
Against the radiant sky
Below the limestone lions
Brooding and winged
The mouth of the iron gates
Spreads open yawning
Into the desert
Into the scorching
Into the death
The twin spirit has turned away
Now and forever idle
Unhealing
Unhealed
A great and vast nothing
A body transmuted
Hangs above
Eyes of straw
Lids of leather
Shells of limbs in the wind
A body transfigured
Frozen above
Mouth of straw
Face of leather
Stench of death on the wind
III
The kingdom of earth
Is like unto flesh
Rotting in the sun
Slowly dripping off the bones
Soaking into scorching sand
The kingdom of earth
Is like unto a harvest
Of bones and ashes
Filth in the sepulchre
Drowning in scorching sand
Words are like leaves on the wind
Withered and torn away
In the shadow of the iron sceptre
The laws cast in stone
Remain
Matter is weaved of shadows
Life is a festering wound
5. Become Seekers for Death 03:12
Burning the altars
The temples of fertile gods
Their statues drowned
In cesspools of shit and blood
We spit in the face of the sun
As rivers run with bile
We spit in the face of the sun
As rivers run with fire
Curse the day
Curse the night
The worms! The worms!
The vermin and the plague!
Out of dead black windows
They spill over
Into dead black streets
Hordes of lice march up
From fetid cellars
Become seekers for death
Like the dead who seek for life
6. In the Seventh Hour 04:37
And in the seventh hour he divided
Light from the light
And he made the depths rise
Above the mountains
And the forests rise through their mists
And as he saw he did sneer
And in the third hour took he the flesh
And he divided the flesh back
Into the mud and the filth
Which it had been
And them spread he across the land
And in the black of the end of times
Took he the heavens
With their moons and their stars aflame
And he sent them whirling down
Into the rising oceans
Roaring
And as he heard he did tremble
The universe enveloped
In flames of sacrifice
The universe enveloped
In flames of uncreation
Per raptum absorptae
Per raptum suspensae
Flesh to filth
Light to darkness
Blood to fire
All to nothing
And in the eon before time
Took he the spirit
And he divided the spirit
Into the light
And into the darkness
Which it had been
And as he looked on he shivered
Then built he a gallows
From the ruins of the tree of life
Which he had torn down
And there he stood
And he looked on
Down
Unto the cold vastness
Of the still universe
7. Crimson Streams of Sacrifice 06:34
Black blood runs with crimson earth
As the sun is extinguished in the west
Mountains lurk at the edge of the desert
Watching
The frigid air reeks of iron
Cavernous wounds and yawning chasms
Are cut into the earth
And then it feeds
Winding flow of crimson streams
Blood-red tide of sacrifice
Satiate gods of the underworld
Shiver in rapture
Winding flow of crimson streams
Blood-red tide of sacrifice
Black gods of the underworld
Tremble with exaltation
The night sky turns to red
As flames lick the black monolith
The sacrifice writhes in chains
Her screams pierce the heavens
The gods of the moon are singing
The gods of the moon wail
Black blood runs with crimson snow
As the rays of the sun die in the west
The forests lurk behind the ice
Listening
The pain is illuminating
Stars explode behind my eyes
The world trembles in the light
As I am cleansed
As I receive the great seal
I am pure again
As in the times before time
Blood trails in the snow
8. The Hunt of the Light-Bearer 04:43
The north wind rushes down
The ice-covered peaks
And swirls between the firs
With the wisps of the mist
Like a withered leaf it carries
The scent
The hounds bay
As the hunt begins
The hunter turned to prey
By the light-bearing hand
The deadly crime of hubris
The downfall in blood
Lungs ruptured in flight
And in fear
A vibrating wail
As teeth tear flesh
The hounds lick their paws
As sleepily they seem to listen
To the silver drifting sounds
Of the song of the daughters of Okeanos
The hand which wields the bow
And the spear
Rests now
In the calmness of the light
Of the ever-vigilant guardian
The moon
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