THE MYSTIC
Yonder Realm es un grupo estadounidense que hace una música que ellos mismos denominan como "cosmic Folk Metal", curiosa denominación, para hacernos una idea mejor yo les definiría como un death melódico con buena carga folk y un corte más europeo que americano compositivamente hablando. El grupo fue fundado en 2009 por Jesse McGunnigle (Cantante y gitarrista) y Edward Delinden (Batería), ambos militantes de la banda de death melodico "InRed". En este proyecto paralelo dan salida a un lado más folk que en su banda madre. La banda ha editado a fecha de esta reseña, un EP, "Beyond a long lost world", de 2011, del que hoy quiero dejar un tema en el blog, y un LP, "The Old Ways", del pasado 2014. Como digo, hoy quiero volver la mirada hacia su primer material editado, para referirme a su EP "Beyond a long lost world", de 2011, un trabajo muy completo y de extraordinaria calidad si eres amante del estilo, una gran sorpresa que les puso en el mapa internacional para todos aquellos que les hemos escuchado. Este trabajo, autoproducudo, se compone de seis temas, a cual mejor, mucha melodía y una calidad que les presentaba en sociedad con un sonido de corte mucho más europeo que lo que pudiesemos pensar mirando solo a su origen. Aconsejo dar una buena oída a todo este EP, que en principio, y dicho sea con todas las precauciones de no haber escuchado aun todo lo que debiera su LP, me ha gustado más que este último, aunque como digo, le debo alguna escucha aún a su "The Old Ways". Sin más, dejo un enlace a youtube de uno de los temas del EP "Beyond a long lost world", en concreto "The Mystic", temazo que te conquista desde el inicio con su melodía de guitarra, sabiendo al instante que estás ante uno de esos temas que se meten en la cabeza para quedarse ya ahí, un tema del que dejo un enlace a youtube.
In the forest there is a man who's lost part of his soul
He speaks to the trees to find the reason he's so lost and alone
Why have you come to me, a prison thought lurks in my mind
Fulfill your destiny, the prophecies meaning is confined
For battle draws so near, I will draw no sword until I find my soul
The Mystic speaks to trees to find the reason for his endless sorrow
Mountains and seas hold the key to regain what's been lost
Grab your sword battles near, hope has not been lost so have no fear
The war you have lost is in the past, cowards they are so kill them fast.
Tonight we stand on the land of the enemy to bring justice to those who took everything
And to free ourselves from this everlasting curse and to find my soul
In the forest there is a man who's lost part of his soul
He kills for revenge, kills for honor, kills to cleanse the throne
Why have you come to me, a lonely note plays in my mind
Look at the endless sea, the wisdom I seek cannot find
For peace you will not hear, I won't sheath my sword until I find my soul
Till the last one falls it won't end the suffering
A million heads can roll still the Mystic won't be whole
Revenge is the captor, the enemy waits for him to sleep.
The Mystic's final breath shall be had in a mountain prophecy is no lie
Sorrow is the end, that final breath was for nothing
He speaks to the trees to find the reason he's so lost and alone
Why have you come to me, a prison thought lurks in my mind
Fulfill your destiny, the prophecies meaning is confined
For battle draws so near, I will draw no sword until I find my soul
The Mystic speaks to trees to find the reason for his endless sorrow
Mountains and seas hold the key to regain what's been lost
Grab your sword battles near, hope has not been lost so have no fear
The war you have lost is in the past, cowards they are so kill them fast.
Tonight we stand on the land of the enemy to bring justice to those who took everything
And to free ourselves from this everlasting curse and to find my soul
In the forest there is a man who's lost part of his soul
He kills for revenge, kills for honor, kills to cleanse the throne
Why have you come to me, a lonely note plays in my mind
Look at the endless sea, the wisdom I seek cannot find
For peace you will not hear, I won't sheath my sword until I find my soul
Till the last one falls it won't end the suffering
A million heads can roll still the Mystic won't be whole
Revenge is the captor, the enemy waits for him to sleep.
The Mystic's final breath shall be had in a mountain prophecy is no lie
Sorrow is the end, that final breath was for nothing
By Nash
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