LOS MALES DEL MUNDO estrena nuevos videos

El dúo de black metal LOS MALES DEL MUNDO oriunda de Buenos Aires publicó en su canal de YouTube el pasado 12 de octubre dos videos con los temas “Ephemeral Masquerades” y “Hatefire” perteneciente a su EP debut homónimo.

Este proyecto combina el sonido black metal moderno de hoy con varias reminiscencias del BM de finales de los 90. Con letras profundamente influenciadas por Friedrich Nietzsche, Emil Cioran y A. Schopenhauer.

En cuanto a los clips son de track visualizer. Toda la música fue compuesta y arreglada por Los Males Del Mundo. Guitarras y voces grabadas en Estudio Carmen, Argentina. Bajo grabado en Würzburg, Alemania por Nikita Kamprad. Producido, mezclado y masterizado en Würzburg, Alemania por Nikita Kamprad. Arte de Matt Lombard – Tomado de «Dementia Series» 2017 A la memoria de Jed Leikness.

 Letra

When it is understood that the ruin is absolute
when faith is not a consolation
when it is impossible to have hope
everything is different
in the frontiers of life
we can feel how it escapes us
as a revelation
that cannot last longer than a whisper

Submerged in our own laziness
longing to understand it all at the last moment
of our existence

But the end will not reveal us much
we´ll leave this world
as hollow as we have lived.

Embedded in the greatest illusion that exist
we forget that life is captive by death.
we cling to ephemeral masquerades
shaping the foundations of a hoax
that throughout our existence we try to tear down
we cling to ephemeral masquerades

We can feel how it escapes us
as a revelation
that cannot last longer than a whisper
submerged in our own laziness
longing to understand it all at the last moment
of our existence

Embedded in the greatest illusion that exist
we forget that life is captive by death.
we cling to ephemeral masquerades
shaping the foundations of a hoax
that throughout our existence we try to tear down
we cling to ephemeral masquerades

But before the beings that pain devours
death shows its true face
and looking into her eyes we understand
that she will never knock at our doorstep
she has always been by our side
dark nurse that tucked us
from the beginning of our days.

Letra

Clenched teeth
blank stare and silent
exhaling hate with each breath
tired of cursing the sky
pulling against the wind
the sails of memories
that disregard the course of time.

No matter how much we cling on
to the ruins of what once was,
ashes don’t feed the fire

Walking through laments and pain
as specters from the past
which rise between the cracks
tormenting memories arise
crawling out to claim what is theirs
when inner demons tear the flesh
the will to ease the pain gives them battle
as if all the blood dripped from each wound
could assuage their thirst

But blood doesn´t feed the fire

Desperate attempts
to end our suffering
have lead us in vain
through the bleak corners of our mind
and in the search for comfort
we confront the true faces
that shouldn’t be unmasked.

The memories we grieve
in woeful cries
drop by drop flooding each path
constricts us in the the mire

Laments are useless
because tears don’t feed the fire

When all hope fades
and hate emerges
I breathe the flame of life
which boils the blood
melts the ashes
and vaporizes tears

No more weeping grief
No more tears to drain.
Trample ashes with rage
because hate can feed the fire
winds of hate can feed the fire
with hate I´ll feed the fire.

Sus Integrantes son:

Dany Tee (Acathexis, Downfall of Nur): Voz, Letra y Batería

Cristian Yans: Guitarras

Nikita Kamprad (Der Weg Einer Freiheit): Bajo (músico invitado)

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