HELLRIPPER

 WARLOCKS GRIM & WITHERED HAGS (2023)

Tercer larga duración para este proyecto escoces, capaz de traernos un sonido de black metal con influencias diversas dentro de sonidos como el thrash, el speed o el NWOBHM. Desde el inicio del álbum con el tema "The Nuckelavee" sabemos a que atenernos, con un sonido directo y agresivo, no exento de cierta melodía y recogiendo diversas influencias de estilos como el thrash sobre todo. Sin embargo llama la atención que estamos ante un tema extenso, cercano a los seis minutos, que no se centra tanto en al inmediatez de ofrecer un estribillo facilón y un alto ritmo, no, aquí James McBain se ha ocupado en ser capaz de elaborar una atmósfera oscura, densa, a veces misteriosa que envuelve todo el conjunto, al mismo tiempo que sin olvidarse de alguna manera de ofrecer un sonido con un fuerte componente melódico, en una vertiente de sonido black melódico clásico. No podemos pasar por alto los interesantes cambios de ritmo y tono que presentan todos los temas, permitiendo al oyente no sufrir una y otra vez el mismo riff repetitivo que sirve de hilo conductor, sino que los temas ofrecen un nutrido número de elaborados riffs, todos ellos conservando un sabor añejo y un carácter melódico. Las voces se centran en un tono agresivo y directo, sin embargo se ha trabajado secciones en donde aparece cierta dualidad en las mismas, sonando unas más oscuras y profundas en contraste con otras más crudas. El trabajo de batería, aun siendo programada, se muestra ciertamente dinámico, en temas como "Goat Vomit Nightmare" con un ritmo bastante alto pero que también sabe amoldarse a otras facetas de la propuesta logrando un sonido con mucho más dinamismo, al tiempo que podemos descubrir un buen trabajo de un instrumento como el bajo que muchas veces se acaba perdiendo en las mezclas y que en este caso sirve para dotar al sonido de ese carácter más clásico, sin olvidarnos por supuesto de las presencia de un instrumento como la gaita en una faceta dignificadora del sonido del álbum. Un álbum que se mueve con soltura tanto en terrenos directo y rápidos como en otros más lentos, intercalando ritmos explosivos con otros con más groove y que nos muestra a un proyecto que ha sabido evolucionar su sonido desde la demos iniciales hasta este nuevo trabajo, que aún conservando la base, sabe abrirse camino hacia nuevas metas. (7,6).

Peaceville Records

1. The Nuckelavee 05:47

Traversing through pathways on perilous shores The bogles converge under a moonless sky The fire in the distance from the eye of the beast bewitches As it emerges from the womb of night Hungry, like the bleeding dark I will speak not of its name Carving a pestilent trail of the dead Dripping with poison, a vision of dread Rattling the heavens, let evil be known Rising from abyssal waters below Beware the monster - Devil o’ the sea The Nuckelavee Plaguewielder, deathbringer, Protect me Lord, o’ mither! I mean no harm, I mean no harm! Woe-stricken, yet unyielding, I march into the flame The vicious chasm of the gaping maw Hungry, like the bleeding dark I will speak not of its name Carving a pestilent trail of the dead Dripping with poison, a vision of dread Rattling the heavens, let evil be known Rising from abyssal waters below Beware the monster - Devil o’ the sea The Nuckelavee Prayers roam skyward, my cross held high Claws swing violently like bloody scythes Black blood courses through yellow veins Unforgiving is the curse of fate I have stared into the void, but luck is on my side Praise be to God for I’m alive The storm grants me salvation Rain falls on rotten flesh A great roar infects the air With its venomous breath The crushing din of hooves Fades into the velvet black Return to the depths from whence you came The tale is mine to tell Defeated, but the Devil will be back… Carving a pestilent trail of the dead Dripping with poison, a vision of dread Rattling the heavens, let evil be known Rising from abyssal waters below Beware the monster - Devil o’ the sea The Nuckelavee  

2. I, The Deceiver 04:55

Speak, o’ witches three Why dost thou linger ‘pon this heath? Force thine knowledge and secrets arcane ‘pon me Fork-tongued symphonies, wicked prophecies Let not light reveal my clandestinity Dark forces move and command with insidious hands unseen I, the deceiver I am the serpent ‘neath the flowers that bloom I, the believer Forfeit the treasure of mine eternal jewel Mind the voice inside Let them crawl, and let fate be my guide Pluck mine eyes from the skull and let blood reign o’er me Venture silently, but curse inwardly Doth the blade in my smile crush divinity? False faces hide what desire may lurk in the heart beneath I, the deceiver I am the serpent ‘neath the flowers that bloom I, the believer Forfeit the treasure of mine eternal jewel Let the dagger lead the way Let the wine of life be spilled Let the night infect the day For the Devil I’ve become With blessings left unsaid To the darkness, I succumb Bring the storm ‘pon my head I, the deceiver I am the serpent ‘neath the flowers that bloom I, the believer Forfeit the treasure of mine eternal jewel 

3. Warlocks Grim & Withered Hags 07:14

 O’ Prince of Hell, I bow to thee before thine blackened throne

Your servants dwell in blasphemy wherever they may roam

I vow to live in lechery, and may you walk behind

Temptation plants its wicked seed within thine willing mind

May the hangman take their souls

From church to flaming hollow

May the hangman drag their souls down

Warlocks - one with the fire

Withered hags - sink your claws into me

Warlocks - in kirkyards conspire with death

Tales of your iniquity, they travel through the night

While Eden’s sweet serenity is raped with much delight

Upon the tempest’s rugged wings, you ride o’er battered graves

A reign of torment may you bring until the end o’ days

Turn down the crucifix

For the rabid scythe-wielding triple-six

Turn down your crucifix now

Warlocks - one with the fire

Withered hags - sink your claws into me

Warlocks - in kirkyards conspire with death

Let kelpies wander the fjords

And lanterns float in the mires

The Queen of Winter, with hair white as snow

Brings the fog where they hide

Bewitched lands where the old gods still lurk

Wild-hanging woods, the revered Devil’s church

Treacherous mountains will take you

And send you below

Wraiths in the gloaming, they roam while you sleep

The wind cuts through bones where grieving mothers weep

Fare-you-well, straight to hell

Into the abyss you drift

Warlocks - one with the fire

Withered hags - sink your claws into me

Warlocks - in kirkyards conspire with death

Warlocks - bound to His power

Withered hags - cursing the Trinity

Warlocks - the witching hour is here

Now, onwards we go

4. Goat Vomit Nightmare 03:15

 Lost in the heart of the highlands, we roam

Seeking another world

A bestial portal into the unknown

Crushing the will of God

Eyes on the brae, sin guides the way

Veiled in the fuzz of the night

Secrets that crawl from the black womb beyond

Unlocked with clairvoyant might

I am beast

Take mine eyes

Necromancy

Let me be divinized

I am beast

Sacrifice

Hear my cursed prayer

Goat vomit nightmare

Hallucinations out of control

Dancing upon the fire

Horned tormentors, frothing and foul

March through the dismal fog

A clatter of hooves, shadows that move

Forever haunted by death

Unleash the hellstorm upon my soul

Trapped in body possessed

I am beast

Take mine eyes

Necromancy

Let me be divinized

I am beast

Sacrifice

Hear my cursed prayer

Goat vomit nightmare

Convulsions great and manic

Entranced by Devil magic

5. The Cursed Carrion Crown 05:47

 In flooded labyrinthine trenches

Where the clan of Sawney dwells

The blood of evil flows like a river

To the blackest pits of hell

Join the hunt, reap the night

In the kingdom deserted by light

Hail and kill, screams so shrill

Echo violently…

Caves where mangled children hang

Pendulous, they lurk amongst the gloom

Their bodies flayed

Slain in the lair of the cannibal king

Crucified in rows amongst the rot

All lifeblood drained

In the name of…

The cursed carrion Crown

Worship in sin

Rapture within

The cursed carrion Crown

Wrath of the wild

Lucifer’s child must die

The wretched prey lie dead and graveless

A cruel passage below

Trapped in perdition and butchered in ecstasy

Before the pestilent throne

Caves where mangled children hang

Pendulous, they lurk amongst the gloom

Their bodies flayed

Slain in the lair of the cannibal king

Crucified in rows amongst the rot

All lifeblood drained

In the name of …

The cursed carrion Crown

Worship in sin

Rapture within

The cursed carrion Crown

Wrath of the wild

Lucifer’s child must die

With the hounds at their back

The flesh cult are trapped

No more in mystery

This is the end

To the gallows condemned

They shan’t repent for thee

Hang, bastards hang

The hellspawn torn asunder

Burn, devils burn

Live on in infamy

Hang, bastards hang

Restless in flaming slumber now

Sink into the dark

6. The Hissing Marshes 03:51

  Seductress infernal, she twists into form

From slumber awakened

Aflame in the twilight, in league with the storm

To poison salvation

The thunderous echoes and the cries of the damned

Haunting the waters

Lost souls, they wander upon burning paths

Ripe for slaughter

The madness, the terror, the sin

Drink from the chalice of death

The bewitching force of the cloven hoof

Syphons the breath and soul

Dragged through the hissing marshes

And into the deep

Dragged through the marshes

Spellbound and willing, the grotesque divine

The grip of the Devil

The abyssal gateway betwixt life and death

Beckons the vessel

The hand’s feeble grasp - in ecstasy ravaged

Coiled in serpents

The pale kiss enchanting, the spirit adrift

The Water’s lament

The madness, the terror, the sin

Drink from the chalice of death

The bewitching force of the cloven hoof

Syphons the breath and soul

Dragged through the hissing marshes

And into the deep

Dragged through the marshes

Dragged through the hissing marshes

And into the deep

Dragged through the marshes

Into the water you go

7. Poison Womb (The Curse of the Witch) 03:43

Lament the dearly departed, bleed for the gods The shadow of damnation’s horns Threatens the madness behind the veil Lick the life from the wounds one by one Light the flame, for the rite has begun A theatre of phantoms where devilry shall be revealed Speak O’ Goddess of demise Of secrets untold Vomit the soul Oh, bless us tonight Poison womb, blasphemous bitch Raging doom, the curse of the witch 666 serpents rise from the cunt of the beast Dreaming of worlds torn asunder This night is damned, this night is fucked The crooked left hand, held to the sky it ruptures the seal Speak O’ Goddess of demise Of secrets untold Vomit the soul Oh, bless us tonight Draped In malevolent splendour, worship the dark The black majesty matriarch Behold, the glorious hellscape wakes Nocturnal force cracks the great flaming whip Convulsions are fueled by the weight of their sins Fathomless nightmares and torturous visions prevail Lost in the realms of demise A dance with the dead For this journey ends With us tonight Poison womb, blasphemous bitch Raging doom, the curse of the witch 666 serpents rise Poison womb, blasphemous bitch Raging doom, the curse of the witch 666 serpents rise from the cunt of the beast

8. Mester Stoor Worm 08:31

  These waters primaeval, they harbour this curse

Of the world-coiling dragon - a wretched plague on this earth

Hunger burning like the blaze within its eyes

A cataclysmic yearning to rip and destroy the purity from their lives

Here be terror, here be death

On the seventh day, at the beast’s behest

It calls with nine great barks that split the blackened skies

Greet its foul presence with the sacrifice

In dream and death

Your daughters be damned

The endless cycle of this cursed land

In dream and death

The world crumbles before thine eyes

Swallowed by darkness

We face the stoor worm’s wrath

The offerings devoured lie on a bed of broken ships

Cities now but catacombs rot in the belly of the serpent

Woe unrelenting like a million lashing whips

Forced into madness lamenting all the poor souls that fall into its unyielding grip

Here be terror, here be death

For the seven virgins, let the beast be fed

Now you must lay the girls upon the sanguine shores

Hear their screams eclipsed by its savage roars

In dream and death

Your daughters be damned

The endless cycle of this cursed land

In dream and death

The world crumbles before thine eyes

Swallowed by darkness

We face the stoor worm’s wrath

Call upon the seventh son

Face the challenge to spare the kingborn

Claim the prize of Odin's sword

And reap the glory of the imperilled kingdom

Avenge the fallen of the past

Perishing amongst the ruins of dreams vast

Wield the power of the gods

And reap the glory of the imperilled kingdom

Now stand and fight

Gather your courage and rid humankind of its plight

The time has come

Follow your destiny, march on into the unknown

Ride the waves into its cavernous mouth

Braced With dagger in hand, with the prayers of the silent crowd

Wrench the blade in to the hilt

Set the liver on fire for the kill

Spewed back onto land

Through smoke and fire, he’s spiralling

Assipattle crawls upon bloody sand

Let the heavens cry

The masses watch on in disbelief

Bile falls like rain from the melting sky

And with forked tongue it grasps at the moon

In its death throes, it bellows

And crashes back down to the ground

And now the battle is won

Free for the first time, they welcome the sun

From its cessation comes the islands’ creation

And the tale of the stoor worm lives on

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