DEATH RIDER
Ya nos hemos
referido a este grupazo en este blog en alguna ocasión y seguro que
alguna más lo haremos, a mi personalmente me encanta esta banda, y me
encanta encontrarme discos y grupos como este que por desgracia son
absolutamente desconocidos aunque desde luego resulta incomprensible
atendiendo a su evidente calidad. Como ya hemos dicho Attack cuenta con
cinco discos
de estudio a sus espaldas,entre los años 1984 y 1995. Su música es un
extraordinario heavy metal clásico, de ese llamado de la vieja escuela,
que a mi tan ganado me tiene. Para muestra este botón, se trata de su tercera obra de estudio, "Destinies of war", de 1989, de la que ya hablamos hace unos meses para referirnos a su canción "Destiny of war", aunque todo el disco a mi me gusta mucho. Siempre hay rumores de que el grupo sigue en la sombra con proyectos para seguir adelante, y es que la figura del alma mater de la banda Ricky Van Helden, cantante y bajista es adorada por sus seguidores más fieles y alimenta el rumor de que "Beastkiller" una regrabación de algunos de sus temas pertenecientes a alguna demo no editada serán grabados pero no se sabe nunca una fecha concreta que parece no llegar. Hoy quiero dejar la canción "Death Rider" en el blog, un tema en la más pura línea old school épico de esta banda a mi juicio completamente menospreciada, y que cuanto más escucho más me gusta, una larga canción este "Death Rider", de más de 9 minutos, que a mi se me hace hasta corta, con constantes cambios, tramos medio tiempo, tramos super "Maidenianos" y una continua atmósfera épica que me alucina, descomunal para no ser conocido por prácticamente nadie, un derroche de talento que poco a poco te va atrapando si se le da la ocasión, muy recomendable si eres amante del heavy de la vieja escuela de calidad, tipo maiden (y sino escucha el bajo en este tema), del que dejo un enlace a youtube.
Out in the streets somebody’s crying
Out in the night where the fires burn
Maybe tonight somebody’s flying
Reached the point of never return
Oh it’s a mystery
Oh it’s a mystery
Somewhere I’ve heard a voice that’s calling
Out in the dark, there’s a burning dream
You’ve got to hope, when you are falling
To find the world, what you never have seen
Oh it’s a mystery
Oh it’s a mystery
Six in the morning, a black cloud is hiding the sun
Bring me my broadsword and a golden cross talisman
Churches and temples break down
Wipsters and witches are creeping around
Kill-warriors standing in front of the hill by the sea
Blood at their hands
And some broken swords I can see
Churches and temples break down
Wipsters and witches are creeping around
Thousand connections the power of action
This is our life
You think we are crazy but no one is lazy
We live without wives
We are free there’s no evil to see
We are the slayers
We are death riders, and can’t sleep in the night
When the evil’s returning
We are death riders we are sons of the good
And we are sleeping in fantasy
Near to the east, there was living the beast
It is time to return
After the hill, we think we must kill
When the evil is burn
We are free there’s no evil to see
We are the slayers
We are death riders, and can’t sleep in the night
When the evil’s returning
We are death riders we are sons of the good
And we are sleeping in fantasy
Our run never stops
Got to win until drops (sweat drops)
We keep out of this place
We’re living to win, and to win without sin
We are holding the race
We are free there’s no evil to see
We are the slayers
We are death riders, and can’t sleep in the night
When the evil’s returning
We are death riders we are sons of the good
And we are sleeping in fantasy
We are death riders and can sleep in fantasy
We are death riders and can sleep in fantasy
We are death riders
We are death riders
Ahh
Out in the night where the fires burn
Maybe tonight somebody’s flying
Reached the point of never return
Oh it’s a mystery
Oh it’s a mystery
Somewhere I’ve heard a voice that’s calling
Out in the dark, there’s a burning dream
You’ve got to hope, when you are falling
To find the world, what you never have seen
Oh it’s a mystery
Oh it’s a mystery
Six in the morning, a black cloud is hiding the sun
Bring me my broadsword and a golden cross talisman
Churches and temples break down
Wipsters and witches are creeping around
Kill-warriors standing in front of the hill by the sea
Blood at their hands
And some broken swords I can see
Churches and temples break down
Wipsters and witches are creeping around
Thousand connections the power of action
This is our life
You think we are crazy but no one is lazy
We live without wives
We are free there’s no evil to see
We are the slayers
We are death riders, and can’t sleep in the night
When the evil’s returning
We are death riders we are sons of the good
And we are sleeping in fantasy
Near to the east, there was living the beast
It is time to return
After the hill, we think we must kill
When the evil is burn
We are free there’s no evil to see
We are the slayers
We are death riders, and can’t sleep in the night
When the evil’s returning
We are death riders we are sons of the good
And we are sleeping in fantasy
Our run never stops
Got to win until drops (sweat drops)
We keep out of this place
We’re living to win, and to win without sin
We are holding the race
We are free there’s no evil to see
We are the slayers
We are death riders, and can’t sleep in the night
When the evil’s returning
We are death riders we are sons of the good
And we are sleeping in fantasy
We are death riders and can sleep in fantasy
We are death riders and can sleep in fantasy
We are death riders
We are death riders
Ahh
By Nash
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