Funeral Fog
Hypnotic and dark as hell, Oceans of Slumber return with a stunning mix of southern doom and death metal!
Favorite track: Where Gods Fear to Speak.
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“Where Gods Fear to Speak” opens with more of the sultry doom metal that long-time fans have come to expect from Oceans of Sluimber. But the lead single off the Houston band’s upcoming fifth album breaks entirely new ground by envisioning a dark and cinematic new subgenre of metal that’s theirs and theirs alone. Punishing blast beats and a blackened torrent of melodic tremolo picking collide with Cammie Beverly’s powerhouse cleans, a skyrocketing guitar solo and synths that swirl like the aura of some mystical planet.
All five members of Oceans of Slumber are from Texas, where organized religion can be as suffocating as the dust or heat. That tension raises "Where Gods Fear to Speak" to truly Biblical proportions. The chant that creeps in past the four minute mark is a direct quote from the Book of 2 Corinthians.
Of course, nothing is strong enough to hold down Cammie's voice. Only now, she's flexing a guttural new muscle: death growls
On "Where Gods Fear to Speak", Oceans of Slumber defy any and all convention.
lyrics
In forgotten realms we tread
Whispers echo, hope recedes
Lost visions in our heads
Amidst their silence, we must find our own voice
In their absence, we know
we must make a choice
With hearts unyielding, we will face, not fear the
night
Defying the gods, we will find our own light
Melancholic tales once told
(Dante’s inferno deep and wide)
In this world, so cold and tired
(We seek where truths reside)
Faith, a double-edged and bloody sword
(Guiding, yet blinding the way)
In shadows, illusions stored
(Leading souls astray)
Leading souls astray
Oh, leading souls astray
Vile, relentless, banished, despised
Haunted, tormented, trapped here alive
Innocence is lost where they dare not tread
Amidst the battles, their voices left unsaid
In cowardice, true divinity takes flight
Ripping righteousness from our tongues
in the dead of the night
Night
Guilt-ridden, wretched, and cloaked in fear
Their shadows cast, their claim laid bare
In the moon’s glow
There we stand alone
In search of what we know
Are we really alone
Crying out
Your grace is sufficient
Made perfect in my weakness
Your grace is sufficient
Made perfect in my weakness
Your grace is sufficient
Made perfect in my weakness
Your grace is sufficient
Made perfect in my weakness
Your grace is sufficient
Made perfect in my weakness
Your grace is sufficient
Made perfect in my weakness
Your grace is sufficient
Made perfect in my weakness
Your grace is sufficient
Made perfect in my weakness
Your grace is sufficient
Made perfect in my weakness
In forgotten realms we tread
Whispers echo, hope recedes
Lost visions in our heads
Amidst their silence, we must find our own voice
In their absence, we know
We know, we must make a choice
With hearts unyielding, we will face, not fear the
night
Defying the gods, we will find our own light
“They're unafraid to stay indulgent and their boldness is impressive. It's just not something you hear much of anymore, and I didn't know modern metal could be this heartfelt.”
9/10 from metalinjection.com
supported by 7 fans who also own “Where Gods Fear to Speak”
I love to listen to this during work, it fills me with calmness and I can almost smell the scents of the forest.
Beautiful & serene from start to finish. SilverFolfy
supported by 6 fans who also own “Where Gods Fear to Speak”
I believe it is a common(?) practice among cardiologists, when the heart is barely laying in the surgically opened chest, to temporarily shut it down by surrounding it with parts of freezingcold ice. Maybe a certain death-approaching (dream) state is reached... (idk..) Maybe, also, the tender roots (or echoes of a mushroom tale, for some?) from a folk song then enter those realms like it never did before. (act. beautiful song.) fhigher