HYPERBOREAN

Origen: Suecia, Örebro

Formados: 2000

Estilo: Black melódico

Temática: Bastallas históricas, guerras y mitología

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Miembros:

• Andreas Blomqvist Guitarra
• Magnus Persson Voces

Discografía:

• Of Malice Demo 2002  
• Thorns Scar Her Soul Demo 2003  
• Prey Demo 2005  
• The Spirit of Warfare CD 2011
• Mythos of the Great Pestilence CD 2014

MYTHOS OF THE GREAT PESTILENCE (2014) 

Segundo larga duración para los suecos después del más que correcto "The Spirit of Warfare" editado hace unos años. El salto de calidad y técnica con respecto a su anterior obra en este "Mythos of the Great Pestilence" es más que notable. Las baterías corren a cargo de Fredrik Widigs de Marduk, la producción viene de mano de Magnus Devo Andersson también de Marduk, con lo cual todo el álbum rezuma un ambiente más crudo y directo, sirva de ejemplo que han abandonado un tanto la inclusión de teclados para centrarse más en las composiciones, en las cuales se ha profundizado en el uso de las guitarras, con mucho más peso en este álbum. Ellos prefieren incluir el término experimental para definir su música, será por la incorporación de algunas ambientaciones folk, algún acercamiento al death melódico, pero sobre todo por lo enrevesado de algunas composiciones en cuanto a cambios de ritmo. Magnus también a madurado como cantante y sus voces están llenas de odio, siempre conservando un plano rasgado y violento. Complicado es de entender que todavía no haya ningún sello interesado en hacerse con sus servicios ya que este "Mythos of the Great Pestilence" bien se merece más repercusión de la que ha tenido. (8,1).

1. Hail Dystopia 04:56

Mindless hordes, cogs in the wheel

Break their swords, weaken their steel

Numb their souls have them pacified

As our final goal, their will has died

Watch our generation wilt and crumble

As our culture is scorned and raped

A rootless youth stagger and stumble

With Apathy as their great escape

Gather and march to extinction

Obeying and serving shadow lords

The sheep led to slaughter

Gather and march to extinction

Under the sharpened Damocles sword

To Styx’s cold waters

Hooked on Opiates that weaken their minds

A restless youth the blind leading the blind

Following the lure of the pied pipers tune

Their wills break and scatter with the fumes

Suppress our strong and exalt the weak

Their highest virtue is to turn the other cheek

Feminize our young so they easily break

Should the day come that they awake

Gather and march to extinction

Obeying and serving shadow lords

The sheep led to slaughter

Gather and march to extinction

Under the sharpened Damocles sword

To Styx’s cold waters

The lit beacons of the past

Hail Dystopia

Mirroring the present

Hail Dystopia

A vision for the future

Hail Dystopia

2. The Great Pestilence 07:20

Stand guard against their presence The Omens, the rats and the ravens Stand guard against evils true essence Fear is sweet poison for the craven Lo! Behold their coming Carrying broom and rake Wandering from village to city Silence following in their wake In his passing some would live Not so where she had swept For he who they brought with them His name was death The hour is at hand! Pestilence! Thou hath cometh! Malevolence! We shape the world in your image For we are the victim and the weapon We are the fertile soil and the sharpened scythe So they have come And with them our deliverance So that we may appease death On our knees in reverence They are brother and sister With hunger burning in their eyes The black soil brings silence Snuffing out their cries The hour is at hand Pestilence! Thou hath cometh! Malevolence! We shape the world in your image For we are the victim and the weapon We are the fertile soil and the sharpened scythe For we are the victim and the weapon We are the fertile soil and the sharpened scythe There are no necks we would not step on There is no soul we would not make writhe

3. Bring Forth the Dead Man 04:07

Some heed their holy calling To repent, suffer and pray And march the roads of flagellation It seems virtue and piety has fallen As he points and picks where he may Among the world’s nations All of our best enchantments Our finest potions and our spells What have they become No! Death shall not relent Behold the true manifestation of hell Where sinners succumb All remedies are futile, for the wages of sins Miasma! So he appears in the eastern wind Gather the corpses, pile them up in their mass grave Bring forth the dead men, to their master all shall slave Mark the cursed houses, beware the foulness of the air Bring forth the dead man, bow before his hollow stare All hope has been taken Of worldly nature or the divine There are no healing oils For if this world is forsaken And its pearls are cast for swine Indulge its wretched spoils And in the absence of god When pontiffs and priests kneel To the cross, a fallen scepter Join in and dance macabre Fornicate, drink and steal And embrace the leper Bring forth the dead man Bring forth the dead Bring forth the dead man Bring forth the dead Bring forth the dead man So shall it all end! As he spreads his wings Miasma! And he appears in the eastern wind Welcome the piled corpses, dance upon their graves Bring forth the dead man, we are his devoted slaves Consume the cursed spoils, inhale the foulness of the air We have become the dead men and laugh at his hollow stare

4. The Slaves of This World 06:14

 “And there before me was a white horse

Its rider held a bow and he was given a crown

And he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest”

The crops are withering

And the sun turns pale

The auguries have gone astray

The forests are whispering

The rains turn to hail

As if nature herself turns away

Untangle thy shackles and step forth into the world

Do with it as thou will! The poisoned arrow hurled

All fortifications fall, cross the Danube and the Rhine

The papacy rendered helpless at the sight of his sign

Crowned and anointed

Wretched wielder of the bow

The sharpened arrow pointed

At the kingdoms overthrown

They are the slaves of this world

They are the slaves of this wretched world

Where he rides there is a great anguish

The air will tremble with poison and laments

Even the splendor of Rome will lay ravished

As the impotent clergy pleads and repents

They are the slaves of this world

Fever burns through their veins

And blackness has marked their flesh

Their voices are coarse and strained

At the mercy of the black abscess 

The great equalizer, of serfs and knights and knaves

Further into Europe march, unto him they all are slaves

Nations fall to ruin, the conqueror’s banner flies unfurled

As the dead throng the roads to the underworld

For the ravens in black

Austere murder of the cloth

Their faith proved little match

And their flesh fell to rot

They are the slaves of this world

5. Änglamakerskan Hilda Nilsson 06:24

Kom oäktingar och bastarder

Kom ni oönskade små

Till Hilda på Bruksgatan fem

Kan era arma mödrar gå

Här ställs inga frågor,

Inga myndigheter lägger sig i

Och modern lämnar Änglamakerskan

Ensam och fri

Hilda bär flickan i sin famn

I en zinkbalja läggs hon ner

Dörren stängs och öppnas igen

Och barnet finns inte mer

Änglamakerskan Hilda Nilsson går ohyggliga bud

En tvättbräda och en kolhink kväver barnets gråt

Och Kroppen förtärs av lågor

Elden bränner kvarlevorna, förkolnar ben och hud

Men ingen ser dem, ingen hör, barnets klagolåt

Om de oönskade ställs inga frågor

Sjutton barn om livet bragt

Till evig vila Hilda lagt

Ve dig stackars arma barn

Som nästlats in i hennes garn

En pojke saknas i Hildas vård

Hans moder slår genast larm

Då uppdagas mörderskans dåd

All dess fasa, vrede och harm

I rätten fördes bevisen fram

Om de barn hon sänt att vila

Hon dömdes möta mästerman

Vid galgbackens inväntande bila

Änglamakerskan Hilda Nilsson går ohyggliga bud

Dömd till döden inlåst på Landskrona Citadell

Förekommer hon sitt öde

Med en linnetrasa runt halsen så möter hon sin gud

Hon finner ingen ro i döden och i hennes cell

Går den osalige döde

Igen

6. On the Nature of Mankind 06:12

Oh man he is a horrid beast

The most ravenous of them all

To satisfy all desires unleashed

To every darkness he will crawl

We exploit nature and it’s wild

For no other reason than our gain

We hoard the riches of her defiled

The scorched earth burned again

We exalt ourselves the lords of all

This world is ours to form

And better not as mindless thrall

Seal the fate of things forlorn

Peer through the looking glass

That your eyes may burn by flame

The reflection that the Abyss cast

Is of a beast we can never tame

The state of man against fellow man

Is a perpetual state of tooth and claw

For nature will steer whenever it can

And the state of nature means war

So when reason and desire duel

Shall logic be conquered by faith

For in a reality bleak and cruel

Is illusion the preferable state

We proclaim the exposition

Of our particular tribe or clan

And favor our own superstition

´Tis for “the greater good of man”

The modern world is an Atlas bred

To bear the weight of our warring toll

We swarm the earth as locust spread

To bled it dry and quench its soul

Oh the folly of they who believe

Enlightenment will cure the blind

When the will to exploit and deceive

Lies within the nature of mankind

7. Ethics of the Conqueror 05:36

The strong do as they will

The weak do as they must

An iron law true still

When we are bones and dust

This world is a theatre

Where the mighty perform

All will succumb to her

Clad in war torn uniform

And so prepare for the coming storm

The creeds of man bloody themselves

Against their natural peers

To test where true iron lies

On the ideological frontiers

The usurpers and lords who rule

Through myths they penned

Those myths will be unraveled

And this will be their end

The injury done unto a man

Should always be dealt so severe

That from the might of his hand

Vengeance need not be feared

The game of princes unravel

It is in the nature of man

The fallen taste the gravel

The victor claims the land

And rules his foe by force of hand

The creeds of man bloody themselves

Against their natural peers

To test where true iron lies

On the ideological frontiers

The usurpers and lords who rule

Through myths they penned

Those myths will be unraveled

And this will be their end

This austere logic endure

The Wise man and fool alike

In the state of nature

Profit is the measure of right

8. The New Paradigms Outcasts 07:59

 We spit forth our hatred into the vile mouth of the beast

We scorn the weak sedated that forever slave leashed

We care not for complacency that pacifies the fool

We care not for Christianity and all its golden rules

What need have we for the philosophies

Of an ancient desert tribe

What need have we for authorities

From old forgotten scribes

What need is there for a morality

That condemns man to be a slave

What need is there to bend knee

Until you stumble into your grave

What of the conquerors, the bold men of the past

Shall we just discard them, the new paradigms outcasts

The mighty and the vigorous, shall they forever be replaced

With meek and sobbing men of a bleeding and dying race

Thus the modern man was molded, his virtue torn apart

Left standing, a pallid ghost with a weakling’s heart

What need have we for pacifism

That wrestles the able into submission

What need have we for feminism

And its genderless visions

What need are there for timid ideals

That exalts mediocrity where they can

What need is there to grovel and kneel

Creating a spineless form of man

The madness that spews forth from ivory towers

Turn men into shadows and riddle them with guilt

Ideologies control the meek used by those in power

To maintain illusions upon which their society is built

Is this then our future

That of a cringing dog

Domesticated and neutered

Controlled and flogged

Whipped into silence

They lash out with wrath

At every ill-spoken word

So their chosen path

Won´t scatter the herd

At the threat of violence

What of our spirit, they took her to brand her

A whore infested with their vile rot

Like the great heroes, a modern Alexander

We will take our swords to their Gordian knot

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