Septic Flesh es un grupo griego de death metal atmosférico, con un sonidazo pesado, oscuro y majestuoso a partes iguales. Dentro de esta onda, no es del todo fácil encontrar obras y grupos que se destaquen en la "masa sonora" prototípica, pero estos se desmarcan de un modo incluso memorable en algunas de sus canciones.
Y claro, con este título, no me he resistido a poner la primera canción del disco... :D
Y claro, con este título, no me he resistido a poner la primera canción del disco... :D
The cold comes
The rats in the walls break
The deadly sound of silence
As time decays
You try to name the unnamable
A whispererer in darkness
Our hound smells you
The haunter of the dark
Will come to take you to our realm
Your life, your books
March in front your closing eyes
Beyond the walls of sleep
Lovecraft in the realm of the dead
Obsessed with Necronomicon
The Arab's wicked dream
You found a path to Azathoth
And walked the Dagon's realm
Your friends were haunted too
Do you remember Charles?
Or haven't you heard
The music of Erich Zann
The call of Cthulhu we disguised
With notes and raving rhythms
To spread the seed of lurking fear
Into the heart of man
Lovecraft in the realm of the dead
Your time is out you saw too much
You used the silver key
You know too well that minds like yours
Can never rest in peace
You stared at the abyss
You'll never rest in peace
You'll never rest in peace
The rats in the walls break
The deadly sound of silence
As time decays
You try to name the unnamable
A whispererer in darkness
Our hound smells you
The haunter of the dark
Will come to take you to our realm
Your life, your books
March in front your closing eyes
Beyond the walls of sleep
Lovecraft in the realm of the dead
Obsessed with Necronomicon
The Arab's wicked dream
You found a path to Azathoth
And walked the Dagon's realm
Your friends were haunted too
Do you remember Charles?
Or haven't you heard
The music of Erich Zann
The call of Cthulhu we disguised
With notes and raving rhythms
To spread the seed of lurking fear
Into the heart of man
Lovecraft in the realm of the dead
Your time is out you saw too much
You used the silver key
You know too well that minds like yours
Can never rest in peace
You stared at the abyss
You'll never rest in peace
You'll never rest in peace
2 comentarios:
Me recuerda mucho a Kreator. Qué tiempos aquellos, jajaja.
No suena mal, aunque hace años que me hablandé los oidos.
Saludos
Ah... no me hables de Kreator, pues anda que no me dio fuerte con ellos; un grupo fiel a sí mismo -ya casi difícil de encontrar ¿verdad?-.
Jeje, sí, te entiendo eso de la blandura de los años. Pero yo tengo un corazón esquizofrénico: puedo querer varias cosas al mismo tiempo con la misma intensidad y fidelidad xD
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