Droch Fhoula
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| Droch Fhoula | ||
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| Background information | ||
| Origin |  Mexico |
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| Genre(s) | Industrial_music Metal_music Gothic |
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| Label(s) | Carpatos Records |
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| Website | http://www.Drochfhoula.com/ | |
| Members | ||
| Vampiro - Vocals Grave Digger - Guitar Vlad Blake - Guitar |
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All arises of a deferred encounter. Years ago, two frantic souls hatched to create a sound surrounded by obscurity. Nevertheless, their plans of alchemy would be suffocated, since their lives would be taken by different gloomy paths.
According to the legend in the year of the prophecy, the Vampire would return to his legion and would seek out the one who, along with him, fed that sumptuous dream. Once reunited –they both– would hunt for their third to complete their incantation.
The circle closed and the magic gave birth to the trinity, sinking it into sounds that would serve as an insignia to their legion: Droch Fhoula.
Since eternity, the legion was known by that name, and as in ancient ages the Father was invoked by the Celtics, you will pray now to Droch Fhoula to celebrate black Sabbaths, and desolated visions evoking “the son of the dragon.”
Droch Fhoula crossed thresholds of time and oceans of fog seeking out the Alter Deus… a fusion of industrial sound, metal, gothic and punk, emblem of their way of expressing force, darkness, and rebellion.
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[edit] Vampiro
Vocals
He awoke under the waning moon and traveled the entire world fighting with silent fury.After several nights of history and exhaustion, he resolved to feed his spirit: sleeplessness and music, both passions buried deep in his soul, have encouraged his wild desire of rebellion and malice. In the darkness his voice does not whisper, it roars rage, drinks blood, and spits out fire.
[edit] Grave Digger
Guitar
He threw a shovel over his shoulder and began digging. With sordid voice invoked a spell under the pitch-black night: the land hardened. He observed the hole he just had dug, and with a quiver of excitement he carefully exhumed a string instrument laid down wrapped. He deliriously played until dawn, and right there at the same spot, as a way of paying tribute, he tossed a corpse and buried it. Since then on, he travels the world lacerating souls, shouting, and celebrating lugubrious nights.
[edit] Vlad Blake
Guitar
He spent long time in the shadow, withdrawn in lethargy. In the silence of his dwelling, the distorted tunes of an instrument awoke his soul. The mask that hid his face vanished while remembering those tunes. It was then when he felt desires of raising and pursuing that sound of bewitchment. Blood covering his fingers while strumming his guitar turned him on. He went back to his legion; he was finally saved.
