Canciones para una vida - Battle Tales - Banquet Hall Massacre

BANQUET  HALL  MASSACRE

Segundo LP de estudio de los suizos Battle Tales que llega tras seis años desde el debut de 2018 con un EP entre medias (2019), es por lo tanto una obra de confirmación, estilística y meramente de continuidad de su actividad. Así pues encontramos de nuevo su propuesta folk, casi céltica y como digo en la línea de su debut. Esta segunda obra lleva por título "Greed of a king", y de ella quiero dejar hoy en el blog su canción "Banquet hall massacre" de la que dejo un enlace a youtube.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dve-6-qeCLY 

 

Rejoice, people of noble birth
Today we celebrate in joy and mirth
In the grand hall we shall drink and feast with jubilation
To the new age of bliss I bring to you

A magic tool I retrieved
From a traitor to the realm
By my counselor foretold
My might will it unfold

Drink your wine and mead and ale
On our foes I will prevail
At the sound of my woodwind
Like rats they will submit

But before I unveil to you
The artifact of power and might
Let's raise a glass to noblemen who died
By that old man's dreadful spell

Four knights and our beloved prince
May their souls rest in peace
Passed away as martyrs
For the glory of the realm

Mourn no longer, dear people of the court
Time has come for you to get amazed
The oaken flute I hold in my hands
Will grant its player power over those who listen

I was told by my wise adviser that
By playing this magical instrument
I could make you happy like never before
So rejoice and sing along!

No! What is that mess?
You were supposed to dance...
What have I done?
Have you fools all gone mad?
Or could my adviser have lied?
Was indeed the old man right?
The whole court has lost its mind!
Blood is spilled all over the plates
Knives and forks in eyes and throats
Teeth on bread and guts on pork
Some of them turn to me
There's nothing else to do but flee 

By Nash 

Canciones para una vida - Battle Tales - The Battle Bard

THE  BATTLE  BARD

Primer trabajo de la banda suiza "Battle Tales", un grupo formado en 2013 y del que poca o ninguna información se encuentra aún en la red. En una clave de folk power metal su sonido puede traer reminiscencias de alguna otra banda, así gustan de utilizar flautas y otros elementos folk, con un regusto un poco "Elvenking" en ocasiones, aunque alejado en general de ese sonido, o también recordándome a otra banda italiana como "Spellblast" aunque en una clave más power, menos heavy metal, menos cruda, con más arreglos. Como es evidente no han inventado nada nuevo, y tampoco creo que vaya a ser el grupo revelación de este año, sin embargo si merece la pena darse un paseo por este primer LP, "The Ire Of the condemned" del presente 2018 para descubrir el potencial que si parecen atesorar, como por ejemplo en el tema que dejo de ellos hoy en el blog, "The battle bard", una canción de la que dejo un enlace a youtube.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1UEHybAGwLo 

The Bard :
Never had I wished to enter the troops of the king
And see with my own eyes the horrors of the battlefield.

Never raised as a soldier but taught to tell the tales,
I was forced to serve in the army as a battle bard.

Now bound to witness the clash of swords
And the warriors ripping off their precious lives
On the verdant grass,

On a hill by the officers, my duty is to see it all,
And to tell the folk the bravery and the might,
The memory of these men who soon will

Fall and fall and fall again
Under the baneful bites of blades,
Perish for the authority of a king,
Protect the realm or gain the lands.

In the melee they will turn into beasts
At the sound of a song of grief.
On and on the flute will cry
Until the brave soldiers all have died.

At the sound of the horns,
As the waves on the shores,
Wall of shields against the spears
Surged into an infernal din.

At this very moment
I heard them yell in my head.
The thousand souls in the flute
Were again craving for revenge.

They will fall and fall again
Under the baneful bites of blades,
Perish for the authority of a king,
Protect the realm or gain the lands.

In the melee they will turn into beasts
At the sound of a song of grief.
On and on the flute will cry
Until the brave soldiers all have died.

Scorching and slashing my mind,
Haunting souls slipped from the wood,
Took control of my blood and bones,
Forcing me to play and stare.

Under my demented fingers
A maleficent sound spread,
Flowing in the battlefield
To the ears of fighting warriors.

Under my helpless sight,
Evil madness stroke the fight.
No more enemy nor friend,
Only flesh and death.
A pit of insanity where all humanity
Was nothing anymore but hate and gore.

They will fall and fall again
Under the baneful bites of blades,
Perish for the authority of a king,
Protect the realm or gain the lands.

In the melee they will turn into beasts
At the sound of a song of grief.
On and on the flute will cry
Until the brave soldiers all have died.  

By Nash