miércoles, 25 de marzo de 2015

The Necromancer

¿A quién no le gustaría ir por sus calles imaginando que es parte de una historia como las de El Señor de los Anillos, o entrar en zonas suburbanas al modo de Adán Buenosayres y sus amigos en la expedición de Saavedra? Si es niño lo puede hacer caminando. Si es algo más grande escribe una historia, o compone una canción.

Los integrantes del conjunto canadiense Rush serían los tres hombres de Willowdale (Toronto) en esta historia. Algún exégeta anónimo, sin mayor autoridad reconocida en la materia, dice que el Nigromante podría representar a las discográficas y el príncipe By-Tor, más simbólicamente, a su música, la propia del grupo, libre de las exigencias de la industria, que los salva.

Si hubiera leído a Tolkien de chico, esta canción hubiera sido una de las favoritas de mi adolescencia de hard rock.

The Necromancer
(Rush)

[I. Into the Darkness]

'As grey traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky,
the three travelers, men of Willowdale,
emerge from the forest shadow.
Fording the River Dawn, they turn south, journeying
into the dark and forbidding lands of the Necromancer
Even now the intensity of his dread power can be felt,
weakening the body and saddening the heart
Ultimately they will become empty, mindless spectres...
stripped of will and soul, only
their thirst for freedom gives them hunger for vengeance...'

Silence shrouds the forest
As the birds announce the dawn
Three trav'llers ford the river
And southward journey on
The road is lined with peril
The air is charged with fear
The shadow of his nearness
Weighs like iron tears

[II. Under the Shadow]

'Shreds of black cloud loom in overcast skies.
The Necromancer keeps watch with his magic prism eyes.
He views all his lands and is already aware of the three helpless invaders
trapped in his lair...'

Brooding in the tower
Watching o'er his land
Holding ev'ry creature
Helplessly they stand
Gaze into his prisms
Knowing they are near
Lead them to the dungeons
Spectres numb with fear
They bow defeated

[III. Return of the Prince]

'Enter the Champion
Prince By-Tor appears to battle for freedom from chains of long years
The spell has been broken... the Dark Lands are bright.
The Wraith of the Necromancer soars
away in the night.'

Stealthily attacking
By-Tor slays his foe
The men are free to run now
From labyrinths below
The Wraith of Necromancer
Shadows through the sky
Another land to darken
With evil prism eye


1 comentario:

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