Song Title: Hush Yael
Artist: Oh, Sleeper
Album: Children of Fire
Label: Solid State Records
Genre: Metalcore
I almost decided against writing this article. The lyrics offer an immediate warning: “We’re going back to the darkest hours / Where our kind has confirmed / We are the masters of sin and slaughter.” It isn’t a feel-good kind of song and it’s a far cry from contemporary worship… but we need to remember who our God is and the purpose He calls us to, despite and through times of darkness.
Feel of the Song
Metalcore is my favorite music genre, yet even for me the track begins so heavy and frantic that it’s nearly overwhelming. However, those sections of chaos are beautifully contrasted at the song’s chorus– where the tempo slows, the guitar riffs take on an inspiring tone, and clean vocals complement intense growls. It’s a brilliant arrangement in light of everything that’s going on lyrically.
Lyrics and Meaning
We don’t need to guess the meaning of “Hush Yael”, because the lyrics offer a specific date: “the 22nd day of the 4th month, 1979.” On that day, a teenage militant of the Palestine Liberation Front participated in attacking a town of Israel.
His team raided a family apartment for hostages, taking 31-year-old Danny Haran and his 4-year-old daughter, Einat. The mother, Smadar Haran, managed to hide in a crawlspace above their bedroom where she covered the crying of her 2-year-old daughter, Yael. The song explains what follows, and I do not wish to be graphic or create shock in a story that is already appalling when plainly told.
It’s a song about the murder of a family at a coward’s hands, but please know this is very different from so many bands who sing about serial killers and genocide, simply because that’s the “metal” thing to do. The artists behind Oh, Sleeper are exposing rather than glorifying this darkness, relating with the victims instead of emphasizing the killer, and using their perspective as Christians to speak something meaningful into tragedy.
I can’t word it any better than the song’s chorus:
We must rise for the helpless and fight for their justice
So lift your voices high
Higher than the mountains of their spite
We are
We are the fearless, the ruthless
The heralds of our time