Opera IX : Rime of the ancient mariner

Opera IX : Rime of the ancient mariner

Este día les traemos un cover de una leyenda del Heavy Metal: «Iron Maiden», esta genial banda no necesita presentación. Como toda gran banda han sido muchos sus fans que se han formado bandas y han hecho covers de sus mas grandes éxitos, tal es el caso de Opera IX, banda italiana de black-pagan metal; es una banda que tiene la fortuna de contar con una tremenda voz femenina, es el caso de Cadaveria, vocalista de quien ya hablamos alguna vez.

Es una canción maravillosa que salió en el album de covers titulado: «A call to Irons» (imprescindible para los metaleros de hueso colorado).  Este album salió en 1998 y contó con participaciones de bandas tan potentes como Opeth, Absu, Angel Corpse, etc.

Bueno sin mas parloteo les dejo esta rolita para que la disfruten, incluso creo que el cover de Cadaveria me gusta mas que la versión original. lml






Hear the rime of the ancient mariner
See his eye as he stops one of three
Mesmerises one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea.

And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and the mariner tells his tale.

Driven south to the land of the snow and ice
To a place where nobodys been
Through the snow fog flies on the albatross
Hailed in gods name, hoping good luck it brings.

And the ship sails on, back to the north
Through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on.

The mariner kills the bird of good omen
His shipmates cry against what he’s done
But when the fog clears, they justify him
And make themselves a part of the crime.

Sailing on and on and north across the sea
Sailing on and on and north till all is calm.

The albatross begins with its vengeance
A terrible curse, a thirst has begun
His shipmates blame bad luck on the mariner
About his neck, the dead bird is hung.

And the curse goes on and on at sea
And the curse goes on and on for them and me.

Day after day, day after day,
We stuck nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Water, water everywhere and
All the boards did shrink
Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink.
(Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1798-1834)

There calls the mariner
There comes a ship over the line
But how can she sail with no wind in her sails and no tide.

See…onward she comes
Onward she nears out of the sun
See, she has no crew
She has no life, wait but heres two.

Death and She life in death,
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now.

Then…crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
She…she, life in death.
She lets him live, her chosen one.

One after one by the star dogged moon,
Too quick for groan or sigh
Each turned his facce with a ghastly pang
And cursed me with his eye
Four times fifty living men
(and I heard nor sigh nor groan)
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
They dropped down one by one.
(Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1798-1834)


The curse it lives on in their eyes
The mariner he wished he’d died
Along with the sea creatures
But they lived on, so did he.

And by the light of the moon
He prays for their beauty not doom
With heart he blesses them
God’s creatures all of them too.

Then the spell starts to break
The albatross falls from his neck
Sinks down like lead into the sea
Then down in falls comes the rain.


Hear the groans of the long dead seamen
See them stir and they start to rise
Bodies lifted by good spirits
None of them speak and they’re lifelesss in their eyes

And revenge is still sought, penance starts again
Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on.

Now the curse is finally lifted
And the mariner sights his home
Spirits go from the long dead bodies
Form their own light and the mariner’s left alone.

And then a boat came sailing towards him
It was a joy he could not believe
The pilots boat, his son and the hermit,
Penance of life will fall onto him.

And the ship it sinks like lead into the sea
And the hermit shrieves the mariner of his sins.

The mariners bound to tell of his story
To tell this tale wherever he goes
To teach God’s word by his own example
That we must love all things thaat God made.

And the wedding guest’s a sad and wiser man
And the tale goes on and on and on

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