VREDENSDAL

 Origen: E.E.U.U., Green Bay

Formados: 2018

Estilo: Black

Temática: Anticristianismo, introspección, misantropía y sufrimiento.

Enlaces: Bandcamp, facebook, instagram y youtube.

Miembros:

• Goblin Reaper Guitarra y voces
• Lord Mortkin Batería

Discografía:

• Die by the Sword Single 2018  
• Gather, All Ye Hellions Demo 2019  
• Fealty of Diabolism CD 2019  
• Living by Torch Single 2020  
• Echo of Evil Single 2020  
• The Tyrant Shade CD 2020  
• Shattering Steel EP 2020  
• Silence Is Eternal CD 2021  
• Resurrecting the Wolf EP 2022  
• Sonic Devotion to Darkness CD 2023  
• Consortium of Fools Single 2026  
• Impressions in Frost Single 2026  
• Mystery & Power CD 2026  

MYSTERY & POWER (2026)

Desde las entrañas de Green Bay, Wisconsin, Vredensdal regresa de entre las sombras con "Mystery & Power", un trabajo que recupera la esencia más visceral de su propuesta y reivindica una forma de entender el black metal donde la agresividad no está reñida con el dinamismo, el músculo instrumental y el espíritu del metal más clásico. Tras una trayectoria iniciada en 2018, con trabajos como "Fealty of Diabolism" (2019), "Silence Is Eternal" (2021) y el notable "Sonic Devotion to Darkness" (2023), el proyecto encabezado por Goblin Reaper parecía haber llegado a su final. Sin embargo, estas composiciones, escritas y grabadas entre 2022 y 2023, encuentran ahora su merecido lugar, demostrando que todavía quedaba bastante fuego por consumir. A lo largo de sus ocho cortes y aproximadamente cuarenta y cuatro minutos, el álbum se mueve por terrenos oscuros y ásperos, pero sin caer en la rigidez de los planteamientos más ortodoxos del género. Aquí conviven la crudeza del black metal, la pegada del thrash y una marcada querencia por el riff de raíz clásica, con ese espíritu rebelde que también remite al metal primitivo de Venom y Motörhead. Las guitarras constituyen el principal motor de la obra. Sus riffs, directos y cortantes, alternan pasajes veloces con otros de mayor cadencia, en los que el groove adquiere un protagonismo especial. No todo consiste en levantar un muro de distorsión: hay intención, movimiento y una búsqueda constante de motivos reconocibles que mantengan viva la llama de cada composición. La batería de Lord Mortkin cumple un papel fundamental en este engranaje. Lejos de limitarse a acompañar las acometidas de las seis cuerdas, sostiene el pulso con una pegada contundente y favorece los cambios de intensidad. La sección rítmica aporta ese carácter físico que permite al disco respirar entre la velocidad y los pasajes más pesados, reforzando su conexión con el metal tradicional. En el apartado vocal, Goblin Reaper apuesta por registros ásperos y guturales, de timbre cavernoso, que encajan con la naturaleza hostil de las composiciones. No busca embellecer el conjunto ni suavizar sus aristas, sino añadir una dimensión primitiva y desafiante a unas canciones que encuentran buena parte de su personalidad en la combinación de crudeza y sentido del riff. Temas como “Bleeding for Heaven”, “Consortium of Fools” e “Impressions in Frost” abren el camino hacia una colección que también reserva espacio para el desarrollo de ideas más extensas. La pareja formada por “Immemorial, Pt. 1” y “Immemorial, Pt. 2” introduce un punto de continuidad narrativa, mientras que el corte titular concentra la identidad del álbum en una combinación de oscuridad, energía y contundencia. Uno de los aspectos más interesantes de "Mystery & Power" reside en su planteamiento sonoro. La producción busca una presentación más orgánica y abierta, alejada de los artificios innecesarios, de manera que los instrumentos conserven su presencia y la música mantenga una sensación de inmediatez. La aspereza sigue ahí, pero no impide apreciar la construcción de los temas ni el peso de la base rítmica. Vredensdal demuestra así que el black metal no necesita vivir encerrado en sus propias convenciones para conservar su capacidad de intimidación. La combinación de influencias, el protagonismo de las guitarras y la importancia concedida al groove permiten que el conjunto posea una personalidad propia, sin renunciar a la oscuridad ni a la violencia que definen sus raíces. En definitiva, "Mystery & Power" funciona como una reivindicación de la identidad de Vredensdal y de una manera visceral de hacer metal extremo. Un disco para quienes disfrutan tanto de la crudeza del black metal como de los riffs con nervio, la batería contundente y las voces que parecen surgir de una garganta cubierta de ceniza. Oscuro, directo y sin complejos: una recuperación que devuelve a Vredensdal al combate con las armas que mejor conoce. (7,7).

Anti-Saint Records

1. Bleeding for Heaven 04:12

  The veil of truth tied around my neck

Keeps twisting tighter face turning red

I wish to escape my furious captor

Who wears the same face as mine when I stare into water

I think I feel nothing

when I see myself smile

Maybe its reason or logic

or something much more mild

Give me an inch

I'll take you a mile

But the voice in my head says

you're still just a child

I should not belong

I wish I did not belong

You look away

when I pass you by

You act like I'm nothing

when I try to be genuinely kind

You think I'm so simple

but what you don't understand

Is that I'd still be just as kind

burying you in sand

I went so wrong and I've been here so long

Since I gave away my choice

The chains are so long

Why do we listen to songs that carry no voice?

I watch you cry like a baby

begging for help

Your clothes so clean

your posture so well

Can't you see social status means nothing to me?

If you can't already tell

Crying, you're bleeding for heaven

And while im laughing I cut you to hell

2. Consortium of Fools 05:57

   Youll never be clean

You'll never be pure

You'll never be royal

You'll never be heard

A traveller in time

Who has no time of his own

King of a garbage heap

He the Squatter of thrones

The winds no longer speak

The trees have shifted their gaze

Even the squirrels look down on you

Have you anything to say?

After death there is nothing

So why should I care?

It'll never mean what I meant

So why even dare?

After death there is nothing

You consortium of fools

It'll never mean what I want

So fuck all the rules

You'll always be clueless

You'll always lack the feel

You'll always have to do this

If you want to be real

A jester in a court

With no more jokes to tell

A rebel in the streets

With nothing left to yell

The music makes no sense

When you do it like that

It's lost all suspense

It's lost all attack

After death there is nothing

So why should I care?

It'll never mean what I meant

So why even dare?

After death there is nothing

A consortium of fools

It'll never mean what I want

So fuck all the rules

Life is filled with such stupidity

and I'm not saying this just so you will pity me

I crawl in the dirt with the rats of the earth

And my tone shall sustain my validity

My mouth cannot take the acidity

And I know not to expect any sympathy

So, though you may bitch and moan

You will never be alone

Because you're never getting rid of me

3. Impressions in Frost 06:14

Strange footsteps in the snow

Leading up to my cabin

Only I know of this place I live

So how could have this happened?

Perhaps the creatures of the field

But the steps take the shape of man

With a weight larger than my own size

Assuming a height taller than I stand

A recent becoming of here, a wood blight

A season of sickness within the trees

I gave to the forest spirit an offering

Without identity of spirits do I believe

But the impressions in frost besiege me

I am touched by a terrible sense of wonder

Who is he that lurks beyond the snow fells

And will I soon be torn asunder?

Welcome to hell

No recollection of how I got here

Comfort in solitude has become fear

I am ascending...

Ascending through chaos

Only through the rippling reflections of the lakeside

Do I glance the shape of once my face

Now that I stop a moment to think of it

I have been alone quite long in this place

4. Immemorial, Pt. 1 04:40

If there is anyone in the world who knows how I feel, well its not you And if there was anyone who could lend a hand I know you wouldn't know what to do As you can see here I am my own master and slave It doesn't matter anymore because today is my last day Don't try to offer wisdom because I know you have none The rational person I once was is now dead and gone I persecute myself I don't need you to do it for me I put all my wealth Into sorrow and sadness Into solitude and madness I persecute myself Simple minded fools already know what they want to believe But demons like myself are always questioning I'm not impressed by your ability to memorize Nostalgia will be the death of man Where has all your creativity gone? I'm hard on myself because I know I am right And fully in touch with my instincts It's hard living in this world Knowing you were born way too late Knowing that we can never truly return To the old way of our ancestors I don't know why we cling to these ideals That life is just a game Life's already hard in and of itself No wonder you're going insane 

5. Immemorial, Pt. 2 04:36

   Silent and broken, I am

Awaiting my impending doom

Our battalion has been outnumbered

The enemy will be here soon

Will there still be honor in death

To die by such a grotesque hand?

No stories they shall sing of me

In a soon forsaken land

Silent and broken, I'll stay

As I lay but a corpse in the field

Then my only purpose shall be

Flesh for the carrion I yield

Vultures they feast on my brother

I watched them pluck out the eye

Might a simple man as myself

Enter the hall upon high?

Odin can you hear me?

What noble deeds have I done

To incur any honorable praise?

For I shall be another forgotten soul

On a dead hill with a nameless grave

Surely my families will mourn

And for sure a ten-day at least

But what about ten decades from now

How shall my sons speak of me?

6. Mystery & Power 06:29

Getting weary of this mortal realm

The hunt for true magic is on

Nobody ever wants to hear a word I say

I am escaping the meandering throng

Tired of getting raped by the will of men

This new power will be my own

To the ends of the earth, navigating mystery

To commmune with the lord on the dark throne

The hate overwhelms me

Cursed if I do

Damned if I don't

Want to know how I truly feel?

Talk to the steel

I ascend these ancient black spires

Toward my black hopes and dreams

Ivory mirror on a crumbling stone wall

Tell me why it ain't all what it fucking seems

Mystery & Power!

I now stand at the tippy top

The same place I was both lost and met

Gazing upon tetrachromatic horizons

Eye of the Odin in the sunset

What does it mean?

Is this all a dream?

Mystery & Power!

I was the wizard of a thousand kings

And if you chanced to meet me one night wandering

Ill tell you tales and I'll tell you lies

And then I'll tell you when you're going to die

Mystery & Power!

This is your final hour...

7. Sight of the Elderlight 06:41

Among the dancing leaves Amidst the symphony of winds An elderlight of yesteryear emits Both beautiful and silent But also resolute and grim Blossoming from the guild of radiance Caressing the textured branches Calmly seeping into dark spaces Carrying with it a bow of serenity Decadence unmatched Deified sight in mortal eyes Death is but an etching in time We are but an etching in time Emulating effervescent elevation Exhausting our foe which is doubt Entertaining our most infernal thoughts Fervor and fertive fragility Fragrantly furious spiritual instability Many paths lead to one answer The one that was waiting in Satan Abandoned in the chamber of the heart That was left unexercised There is a demon in man that must be exercised not exorcised An absolute waste of time spent Thinking of simple rhythm and rhyme But is it really a waste if it led you here? For if it was not for a taste of your own growing fear You would be surely misplaced Unknowing all things that you hold dear Can you see it? I can see it Do you have the sight? The sight of the elderlight

8. The Shadows That Whisper 04:53

  When I sleep, I don't dream

I am thrown in the depths of formless black

What does it mean? It doesn't mean anything

Twas the straw that broke the camels back

I close my eyes, I calm myself

Take deep breaths, one through three

Ocean of white noise, reflecting in pitch black

All too familiar with the many shades of misery

What is the mute man trying to say?

The deaf man attempts a listen in vain

Can you interpret the mental visions blind men see?

Will I ever find relief from what I know as me?

And so I lay and wait so patiently

For the power of sleep to take hold

But a certain aura, something not quite right

Waits in the corner of shadows for me to behold

Dismal detection, spiritual confection

Carrying this soul, ancient as old

Night terror

Come hither my child

Come close to me

The shadows that whisper

Are also listening

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