Magicka

by Elder Druid

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    Artwork: Alfi Andy & Jake Wallace
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Our debut studio release 'Magicka' is a 5-track EP recorded in August/September 2016. Delving into the world of magic, wizards, warlocks and the occult, 'Magicka' is packed full of thick, fuzzy riffs, stomping bass, pounding drums and gutteral wails.

Physical copies are available by contacting elderdruidband@hotmail.com

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released September 23, 2016

Recorded, produced, mixed & mastered by Andy Shields (Hornets)


"Elder Druid is a stoner/doom outfit from Northern Ireland that has a strong love for molten fuzz. With the combination of styles, it would be justified to say the guys are a happy middle ground between bands like Sleep and Electric Wizard. Magicka is great beginning to what Elder Druid could lead up to. The band’s effective use of balancing different styles and sounds has helped them stand out as a band worth keeping an ear out for. 8/10"
- Metal Injection

"Magicka" is a superb EP both for new listeners and those already familiar with Elder Druid's excellent mix of riff heavy sludge and doom. The bands selection of Andy Shields as producer/mixer/engineer has paid off in spades, the Hornets man has reinvigorated the bands sound, sanding off some of their rougher edges and polishing them until they gleam but doing so without losing any of the bands feral intensity and attack, a match made in Heaven (or should that be Hell)"
- Desert Psychlist

"The first track on the EP is Rogue Mystic and this sets the scene nicely for what is to come. This gives Black Sabbath a run for their money in the doom stakes with Elder Druid arguably winning by a hairs breadth. As we move through the remainder of the tracks it is clear Elder Druid have “got” what this doom genre is all about and exploit it to the full."
- PlanetMosh

"Few bands get a visceral reaction out of me, you know the kind that makes a grown man want to embarrass himself by yelling in public spaces. If you don’t know this Belfast five-piece, this EP should put some fire in yer belly and green in your blood. A very promising start from a young band that clearly is serious about shaping its craft."
- Doomed & Stoned

"Chunky riffs, aggressive vocals, stompin' groove. Mean stoner rock."
- Ultimate Guitar

"The simmering paces provide a plodding approach to much of the music itself while the aggro-tinged vocals exude the same intensity of the music itself, a bit of a bluesy nod in the music is always detectable as well. That adds a noticeable earthiness and low end to the smouldering grooves and the grittier aspects of everything contained in “Magicka“, a most ultra-solid outing from the lads in Elder Druid."
- Metal Nexus

"These guys have tickled me pink; purely out of the aspect of being so damn unique in their sound a.k.a darklord given noise. Rhythm and Lead guitars have patience and timing on their side, never looking to interrupt each other's jamming quality, a polite dance of two distinctive strains blended together."
- The Headbanger's Haven

"If you haven't acquainted yourself with Elder Druid then this is the best possible time as 'Magicka' will leave you in a deep hypnotic trance. Elder Druid are perhaps one of the best upcoming bands to emerge from the Doom/Sludge/Stoner Metal scene in 2016. If this is classed as their debut EP then I can't wait to hear their full length record."
- Outlaws of the Sun

"It doesn’t take a genius to work out who Elder Druid are influenced by. Heavy classic Sabbath riffage with a heavy Sleep/High on Fire touch and a little bit of psychedelia around the edges to create a thick enjoyable sound for the ears. Mentally altered or not, you’re in for a fantastic time when you put on Magicka and stare at the spliff smoking demon dude on the cover"
-Toilet ov Hell

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Track Name: Rogue Mystic
Draconian Master of the Arcane
A mystic enigma without a name

A conjurer, sought by the guild
Hunted, outlawed, you see you kill
Smoke and mirrors
Trick of the mind
Stolen relics- From back in time
Rogue Mystic, Freedom to roam
Amulet, spellcasters tome
Rogue Mystic, Cast from his home
Amulet, spellcasters tome

Hunted down by his former creed
Hunted for the utmost greed
Hunted for his travesties

Draconian Master of the Arcane
A mystic enigma without a name
A stolen amulet hidden below his beard
A mystic artefact that he commandeered

A conjurer, sought by the guild
Hunted, outlawed, you see you kill
Smoke and mirrors, Trick of the mind
Stolen relics- From back in time
Rogue Mystic, Freedom to roam
Amulet, spellcasters tome
Rogue Mystic, Cast from his home
Amulet, spellcasters tome

Hunted down by his former creed
Hunted for his travesties
Hunted for the utmost greed

DRACONIAN MASTER OF THE ARCANE
A MYSTIC ENIGMA WITHOUT A NAME
Track Name: The Ides of March
The Dictator makes his presence in the street
Royal wolf walking among bleeting sheep

There's something not right about how the wind blows
There's a smell in the air thats funny on his nose

He hears the whispers; never heard the malicous intent
He never picked up on that superstitous scent

With a push and shove his senses are thrown
Usually he'd heed the threats of the crone

That conspriring bastard smiles, his eyes an arch
"That washed-up soothsayer bewares the Ides of March"

Beware the Ides of March

He who wrote the calender, Makes his presence in the street
Royal Wolf, sceptical of the sheep

Treachery lingers around him -circling the senate
The deviant ruse of safety they pretended

A glance in Brutus' eyes seals his fate
A repsonsive leer tells Caeser now is late

A stab in the back isnt the act that offended
It's brought to light that his death was impended

That conspiring bastard smiles, with his eyes an arch
That washed-up soothsayer, bewares the Ides of March

Beware the Ides of March
Track Name: The Warlock
Segregated village, shipwrecked bay,
Locals fear the evil games he plays.
Unbeknownst to them, he's in control,
They're all in the act and they all play a role.

Wicked magic- for demented ends,
Mortal life as currency, the warlock spends.
Oblivious to Him with his cloaked facade,
Just a haggard man in a mountain, who's gone mad.

The Warlocks cackle echoes through the valley,
Black sheep who follow, at the foothills they rally.

Marionettes, in his grand design,
To march the villagers deep into the mine,
In the depths of the dark, brainwashed, soldiers,
Black candle ashes and pentacle smoulders.

Wicked magic- for demented ends,
Mortal life as currency, the warlock spends.
Oblivious to Him with his cloaked facade,
Just a haggard man in a mountain, who's gone mad

He lifts back his hood and from below his guise,
He looks at each of them, right in the eyes.
The cloak, drops to the floor--and through the dust- he's vanished,
Death is coming to those, who had him banished.

The warlock cackles.-alongside his legion,
He's enslaved this village, Now to doom the whole region,
No escape from demise, When the sky rips and crackles,
Louder than thunder, the Warlock cackles.
Track Name: Scarab
Only scarabs survived the fire- An empire with a Queen on the throne,
Stone from our cities built their spire, a bestial infra-order summoned to grow
Meadows and cities dissipate- chewed by the jaws, swallowed by the mouth
Havoc- used to reach the clouds, coveting the sky brought the drought

What used to be rolling plain,
Has now turned to sand.
How many years without the rain?
Queen of the scarabs now Queen of the land

Plague of the scarabs
Desert dogma lifts
Queen of the scarabs
Dogs of war, let slip

An iron-handed cornucopia, swarming scarabs ravenous to claim
Expanding their Utopia, they want the sky now that this world is in flames
By the clench of her fist, the desert sculpts itself under her handicraft
A relic not thought to exist, makes the crocodiles cry as the jackals laugh

What used to be rolling plain,
Has now turned to sand.
How many years without the rain?
Queen of the scarabs now Queen of the land

Plague of the scarabs
Desert dogma lifts
Queen of the scarabs
Dogs of war, let slip

The Desert was sculpted, by her handicraft
The crocodile cries - As the jackal laughs

Chewed by the jaws, swallowed by the mouth
Coveting the sky brought the drought
Track Name: Reigning Hell
I've found myself in the darkness, amongst the trees
I turn myself towards a branch with a noose, labelled for me
The devil came to me and said I should be dead
He ran his finger-nail down my forehead
He carved an inverted cross and it trickled red
I shiver at what he says

"Its better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven"
I'm gonna one up my master so i'm 667
I accepted his offer with gratuity
Little does he know the devil will soon be me

Annointed by the council who instil mortal fright
Devils sword to coronate passes by each ears, left then right.
A standing ovation from the henchmen of Hades
Finally rewarded for the cruciality of my evil deeds

"Its better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven"
I'm gonna one up my master so i'm 667
I accepted his offer with gratuity
Little does he know the devil will soon be me

Backwards he recited me the book of the damned
Then he placed his royal dagger in my hand
I'm the only one here thats alive
The demons see and know
I'll reign hell with insight

Backwards he recited me the book of the damned
Then he placed that royal dagger in my hand