Pervy Perkin are a progressive metal band from Murcia, Spain.
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Thee band started out as a project between Alvaro (guitar) and Carly (drums) called Hybrid Blood, which was complete with the inclusion of Dante as a new guitar player along with Alvaro. Rafa ‘Fika’ then joined his bass to the cause and at the same time an old friend of the band, Ugo Fellone, took up the spot of the much needed keyboard player. The name ‘Pervy Perkin’ is stablished in 2011, the same year in which they would compete in an important music contest in Murcia, their homeland, reaching the semi-finals and being the youngest band to do so.

Halfway through 2012, Pervy Perkin focused their efforts on the composition and recording of their debut album, coinciding with the departure of Rafa and the entrance of the magnificent Alex Macho, who would become the lead vocalist from that point on and would record the main vocals for the album.

In October 2013, Pablo ‘Aks’, joins Pervy Perkin as the permanent bassist the band had been looking for since 2012. Shortly after, Ugo Fellone decides to leave the band for personal reasons.

Since mid-2013, Pervy Perkin has set foot in many well known venues of Madrid, such as Sala Caracol, Sala We Rock or Sala Honky Tonk, alongside local and national bands and to a very well met response from critics and the public.

After almost two years of hard work, INK dropped on 3rd of March to critical acclaim. A double LP with over two hours of music with a mixture of styles, passages and melodies Pervy Perkin style.

"Ink" may be downloaded free at http://pervyperkin.bandcamp.com/

Malebolge
Pervy Perkin Lyrics

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There's a place in Hell
A well with iron colour
All with stone it's made
It's known as Malebolge

Right in the middle
Of this evil field
Is an abyss

A broad and yawning pit
Centre of Malebolge

The belt, then, that extends
Between the pit and wall
Divides it into ten
Ditches of Malebolge

Ten valleys house of fraud
Thieves, liars, many more
Geryon landed on
First pouch of Malebolge

I will speak unwillingly
But I recall thine accent
Brings me back some memories
And forces me to answer thee

Here thou find me naked
So that I fall humiliated
Under thousand strokes
Of all these devils, they know how to whip

It was me who led Ghisolabella to the marquis
Out of greed I let him do her anything he wanted to

Before we leave look at that mighty one
Who does not seem to shed a tear
Still looks a royal man
Greek Jason
With polished words he tricked Hipsypyle
And left her and their child

Loathly place the one we've come to see
It's hard to breathe above this putrid filth
There're ones who fight others try to flee
But there's one there I do have memory of

Why you stare with such intensity?

All that filth hides not your identity,
Alessio de Lucca!

Yes I've drowned because of flatteries
Of them my tongue
Was not ever short of
Now you find me as this horrid being
Does it look like
Alessio de Lucca?
NO

Simon Magus
His sad disciples
How you dare to prostitute
Godly things for things of gold
Time has come
The trumpet's gone
You are seeds of Malebolge
If these flames won't fill you up with shame
Don't pray, I will!

Nicholas
I'm glad to see you
Sorry that I'm not your fellow
Boniface will soon be here too
Really hope sooner than later
How much gold our lord was asking
How much silver he demanded
How you dare to say his words
I
Just
Hope
Your
Bones burn!

(Backwards, going backwards)
I weep when I see them
It's me who I see walking
Was I so foolish then
To think one knows what's coming
Eryplus, Michael Scott
See Guido, see Asdente
They claimed to see beyond
Now tear and feel repentance

Do you think Malacoda
I would come this far
If I had not good fortune
And the will of God?

Save your rage, all I ask is
A pathway through here
Dear poet, you can come back now
The next bridge is near

Let's go!
Master, you sure about this?
March on!
Do we need company?
Next in line!
Look how that sinner's skinned
Hear that?
They smile and grind their teeth
Hear their cries?
I hear them whisper things
You will
I think we've been deceived
Be next
Sinner escaped, it's us to blame, let's go!

Just take a look at that
Marching low steps, weeping and defeatd
I try to figure where that pain is seeded
They wear lead cloaks I kinda hear it

I can hear my roots on that
A Florentine just passed nearby
But wait a minute he's far too strong
What is wrong?
Is he alive?

You stay right there, I know you friar
I'm alive and I can recall
But most of all
I gotta say that now the Church
Is almost great with you in Malebolge

There's no reason
To talk with these on
But at least we're not under the marching
If you teach how the One after dies
Let me tell you
You end up on the floor crucified

(Serpents curse)
Hey god? How about this?
(Flowing choking biting)
F*ck you, I'm Vanni Fucci!
(Change, transform)
You think I'm a beast, you're right
About that, at least
(You are not anymore)
Do you really think you can break me?
(Split and burn)
Send your snakes
Out against me
You don't scare me
I am me
(Join, from ashes reborn)
You won't change
What's inside
And yes oh yes
I was a thief
(Steal, you'll earn)
Send your centaur
Fly your dragon
You won't blind me
With their fashion
(Your part in this swarm)
I don't fear you
It's not defeat
Not until the day
We meet!

From that moment on those sepents were my friends as
For one of them coiled itself around his neck
And more came to grab his neighbours so had him
His words couldn't save him, and so he was decked

Let's leave those sepents now
We know that they deserve each other
The flames will tell you how
They're lighting up this eighth pit

Within the flame
We experience our hell
As we gave ill counsel
To the ones dared to trust us

Never
Never was I one to settle, down
The pleasure of sunrise and breeze of the sea
Treasure, new worlds, if we stand together, again
Crossing
Hercules gates by Seville

Brothers I crossed (How could it be)
Thousands of dangers with
It's time to go on
Experience what lies beyond
You're born for this
For knowledge, for worth, to explore

Bodies
Just half of them really
Walking split
In the pit
It never ends

Falling
Of the sword
The demon cuts, dismembers
What has been healed before

Sowers
Of dischord
Disgusting view now you
Are split in two

Let's head out
This ninth abyss
I can hear the screams
Of our next stop

40 Quando noi fummo sor l'ultima chiostra
41 di Malebolge, sì che i suoi conversi
42 potean parere a la veduta nostra

43 lamenti saettaron me diversi
44 che di pietà ferrati avean li strali
45 ond' io li orecchi con le man copersi

46 Qual dolor fora, se de li spedali
47 di Valdichiana tra 'l luglio e 'l settembre
48 e di Maremma e di Sardigna i mali

49 fossero in una fossa tutti 'nsembre
50 tal era quivi, e tal puzzo n'usciva
51 qual suol venir de le marcite membre

52 Noi discendemmo in su l'ultima riva
53 del lungo scoglio, pur da man sinistra
54 e allor fu la mia vista più viva

55 giù ver' lo fondo, la 've la ministra
56 de l'alto Sire infallibil giustizia
57 punisce i falsador che qui registra

58 Non credo ch'a veder maggior tristizia
59 fosse in Egina il popol tutto infermo
60 quando fu l'aere sì pien di malizia

61 che li animali, infino al picciol vermo
62 cascaron tutti, e poi le genti antiche
63 secondo che i poeti hanno per fermo

64 si ristorar di seme di formiche
65 ch'era a veder per quella oscura valle
66 languir li spirti per diverse biche

Master why see I two towers?
There's a castle here inside?

You rush to penetrate the darkness
They're giants that's why they're so wide

I'm glad they are in chains, these giants
Now that we're here I'm mortified

Come now don't be scared I'll hold you
Antaeus will set us down

Raphel mai amecche zabi almi!

Raphel mai amecche zabi almi!
Raphel mai amecche zabi almi!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Malebolge" by Pervy Perkin paint a vivid picture of the ninth circle of Hell, known as Malebolge, from Dante's Inferno. The opening stanza sets the scene with a description of a place in Hell, a well with iron-colored stone walls known as Malebolge. The song delves into the various layers and sections of this evil field, including the abyss at its center divided into ten ditches, each housing different sinners like fraudsters, thieves, and liars.

The lyrics then shift to a narrative perspective, with a sinner recounting their own sins and the punishments they face in Malebolge. The sinner recalls leading someone astray out of greed and facing humiliation and punishment at the hands of devils in the pit. The mention of Greek figure Jason deceiving Hipsypyle adds depth to the portrayal of deceit and betrayal in Hell.

The song continues to depict different sinners and their punishments in Malebolge, including Simon Magus and his disciples who prostituted sacred things for material gain. The sinner's interactions with fellow damned souls like Nicholas and Vanni Fucci reveal the complex dynamics of guilt, revenge, and defiance present in this infernal realm.

As the lyrics progress, the imagery intensifies, with descriptions of flaming punishments and the sinner's reflections on their past deeds and eventual fate. The references to well-known historical and literary figures add layers of meaning to the narrative, suggesting a broader commentary on human nature, betrayal, and redemption in the context of Hell.

Overall, "Malebolge" by Pervy Perkin intricately weaves together themes of deception, punishment, and repentance in a vivid lyrical journey through the circles of Hell, drawing inspiration from Dante's iconic depiction of the afterlife. The song presents a haunting exploration of sin and its consequences, inviting listeners to reflect on the complexities of morality and accountability in a tantalizingly dark and immersive musical experience.

Line by Line Meaning

There's a place in Hell
In the depths of despair and suffering

A well with iron colour
A deep pit of darkness and torment

All with stone it's made
Built from the heavy weight of pain and anguish

It's known as Malebolge
This place of unimaginable suffering and anguish

Right in the middle
At the heart of this eternal torment

Of this evil field
Surrounded by darkness and despair

Is an abyss
A bottomless pit of suffering

A broad and yawning pit
An endless chasm of misery

Centre of Malebolge
The core of this living nightmare

The belt, then, that extends
The dividing line between agony and despair

Between the pit and wall
Separating the depths of torment from the realm of sorrow