THE LURKING SHADOW OF DEATH (2024)
Tercer larga duración para los belgas, que incide en ese black metal potente en esencia pero que no desentona a la hora de ofrecer un tono melódico atmosférico a medida que avanza el álbum. Y es que Ars Veneficium se decanta por un tono poderoso, un sonido de batería por momento abrasador sobre el cual se va construyendo ese black emtal que logra en cierta secciones sonar crudos y directo, con una buena combinación de guitarras escupiendo poderosos riffs pero que en un segundo plano comienzan a dar síntomas de querer virar a texturas más melódicas, formando, el entramado de riffs un sonido de poderoso y violento black metal. La banda ha sabido canalizar este parte melódica de sus sonido de forma acertada, la presencia del bajo es palpable en la estructuras de los temas y en algunos de ellos se presta a participar en la construcción de la parte más melódica del sonido. las voces se muestran árida y directas, con variedad de registros hacia texturas más épicas y limpias a medida que los temas se van sucediendo y la participación de el cantante de Enthroned en De Glorie van Dood y de Necrophobic en My Tomb Under the Stars no hace más que acrecentar estar apartado del sonido del álbum, logrando cierta variedad y mayor riqueza de registros. El álbum fluye de forma casi que árida a veces, con unas guitarras abrasadoras y un sonido directo de batería, acompañado de unas voces no exentas de cierta crudeza, sin embargo el contrapunto de elementos con un componente más melódico dotan al álbum de un regusto a muerte y oscuridad que logra atrapar al oyente en una propuesta acertada en las diferentes facetas que intenta proponer. (7,9).
1. Death Is Light 06:26
Behold the offering,
For I preach.
The truth over lies,
Now revealed..
In their eyes,
The Ignorance.
In their eyes,
The shallowness.
Death is light,
Death is all.
Hear me…
For I chant thy words.
See me…
For I dance in thy light.
Consumed soul,
By the endless void.
Embraced by the wonders of what lies beyond.
The starless path,
All is dark.
I long for the night to fall upon me.
Death is light,
Death is all.
Redeem me…
For I am one.
Redeem me…
For I am nothing.
The lingering twilight in which I prevail.
The beauty of,..
The scent of,..
Dead..
Death is light,
Death is all.
Life equals death and death equals nothingness,
For this is what I am and shall be in eternity.
A piece of the puzzle to the endless void..
2. Eye to Eye with the Devil 04:38
In the shimmering dimness,
I follow thy presence.
In the thundering roars,
I listen to thy message.
In the waking hour,
I follow thy command.
In the fall of night,
thy summons me to madness.
Those who are blind witness insanity.
I embark revelation!!
Satan!!!
Thy voice inside my head,
whispers to me: “don’t withhold”.
In the moment of clarity,
freed from discomfort.
Frightened as I am,
I smile in your presence.
Nothing was ever so clear,
as you lay down the answer before me.
Those who are deaf witness the vociferous,
I embark revelation!!
Satan!!!
Eyes have awoken by the falling snow.
Beautiful poison that delivers my soul.
My veins opened by the taste.
And my blood has absorbed the lingering cold.
The darkness draws me in,
while I commit another sin.
Satan lurking over my shoulder,
until the deed is done!
Restless night,
eye to eye with the devil.
I’ve given my soul to thee.
I long to be set free..
In the fall of night,
beautiful poison.
3. De Glorie van Dood 05:05
In de donkerste dagen waar geen troost gevonden kan worden,
zal men de realiteit onder ogen moeten komen.
Het vasthouden aan de dagen van weleer is een verloren zaak.
Zoals de natuur het wilt, komt alles aan zijn einde.
Des larmes de sang, coulent sur la face putride du monde
Dat wat eens scheen, heeft langzaam zijn licht verloren.
Dat wat eens leefde, is nu bedorven.
…de sa carcasse, suinte notre “gloire”
Zoals de mensheid gedoemd is om te sterven, zal ook onze herinnering met de tijd vergaan.
Wij die eens waren, zijn niet meer..
Het licht dat ooit voor ons brandde, is nu gedoofd.
Een stempel op ons nutteloos bestaan.
…du néant, le glas du silence résonne grâcieusement
De geur van ontbinding sluipt door je hersenpan,
De gortigheid die ermee gepaard gaat, is een feestmaal voor het ongedierte.
In de eindeloze duisternis,..
zonder bewustzijn van bestaan zullen wij zweven.
Tijd bestaat niet waar wij reizen,
want tijd is een luxe die met het leven verbonden is.
Je suis (entre) Dieu et le vide, l’accusateur sans voix
la faucheuse du temps
et mon sable, l’ »être » de l’homme: il doit être dispersé!
Een luxe die met onze laatste adem ontnomen wordt.
De glorie van dood,
zal wederom zegevieren.
4. One with the Cosmos 05:44
Here I stand at the end of all.
Reflecting on myself and what has been.
For alone we've come into this world.
And alone we wander into our next journey.
As we are the seed of death.
The essence of life slipping between my fingers.
In the hands of Death I linger now.
Grasping towards my last breath.
My last moment as this conscience being.
Shallow I am.
My spirit is taken!
One I've become with the fire that set my pyre.
My bones became ashes and the ashes turned to dust.
Through the clouds and shimmer I levitate.
Where light and darkness are one, and one is none.
Taken to the cosmos, I am,
Lost in the desperation of endless wonders.
One with the cosmos, I am,
Drifting between time and energy.
Cosmos…
The silver dust that sparkles in the nightshade.
A twilight of old.
Absorbed into the grit,
Where nothing exists!
An empty vessel I Am.
Taken by eternity.
Taken to the cosmos, I am,
Lost in the desperation of endless wonders.
One with the cosmos, I am,
Drifting between time and energy.
Cosmos…
Here I stand at the end of all.
Reflecting on myself and what has been.
For alone we've come into this world.
And alone we wander into our next journey.
As we are the seed of death.
5. Into the Void 05:03
Through the void and frozen lakes of a thousand miles of nothingness.
The reflection of the power within ourselves is on the verge of collapse.
Limitless is the essence, creator of despair.
The journey is endless, the journey is endless.
Wither in self-destruction,
the purest form of degeneration.
Destroy ourselves,
as we dance with the angels of death.
Linger within your own consciousness and wonder,
what death has to offer once the doors have been opened.
The final step towards eternal beauty.
The journey is endless, the journey is endless.
The lurking shadow of death,
welcomes us on our final journey.
While you take your last breath,
your eyes shall be closed forever.
Into the void,
we drift ahead.
Into the void,
the Journey is endless.
The last glistering shades of light.
Into the void,
we drift ahead.
Into the void,
the Journey is endless.
6. My Tomb under the Stars 06:07
The glistering of the moon through the night sky,
like a fairytale of old.
The beauty of death to come,
merely seems like a journey home.
Deathless as I am,
I wander between the stars and the sun.
Through the gates of my (eternal) domain,
to my tomb under the stars.
The haven of my journey,
is the curse of my being.
The thoughtless becomes the thoughtful,
in the never ending search of purity.
Thy lingering shadow of darkness takes me,
on the path to the beyond.
Welcomed by thy presence,
the endless night is to fall upon me.
Glorious twilight of light and darkness,
the spiral in the shimmering depth.
Torn between life and death.
mesmerized at the speed of light.
When the fire of the sun no longer burns,
the eternal eclipse is vast.
The faceless lurks in the dark,
and summons me to his command.
I, the godless am evoked,
by the blessing of the one true divinity.
In his name, in his presence, in all his glory,
I ascend towards the blistering deep.
Deathless as I am,
I wander between the stars and the sun.
Through the gates of my (eternal) domain,
to my tomb under the stars.
7. Pale Image of I 07:25
Shunned in the reflection of the mirror.
Mesmerized by the pale image of I.
Dwelling in the endless depth of the eye.
In the voyage of nothing. (of everything)
The bleak void of beautiful darkness that draws in.
The endless spiral of the majestic void.
The longing to be absorbed by it.
The craving to the unknown.
The last dawn of light,
shivering in grey obscurity.
The endless gaze into the reflection of I,
pulls thee into the deepest stream of dimness.
The lingering mind falls
and breaks into thoughts.
The last dawn of light,
shivering in grey obscurity.
The endless path of wonders and dreams,
taken by the pale image of I.
Wandering in the circle void of the reflection,
staring into blackness..
Into the deep of I,
emptiness is all.
The greyish becomes black,
consumed by the darkened void!
The voyage of I,
is the voyage of thee.
There where our world ends,
another begins.
Into the deep of I,
emptiness is all.
The greyish becomes black,
consumed by the darkened void!
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