Awaiting there,
The future shows up empty-handed,
Between sunrise
And sunset,
Wondering How
Did it get late so soon
Two golden hours,
Each set with sixty minutes.
Suspect each hour,
For it is a thief,
That creeps away
With more than it brings.
I spent half of time
Longing so bad
For something else,
The other half just regretting that.
The time is unfaithful itself,
To whom, who abused it.
I wasted time and now does time waste me
The sound that tells, what hour it is
Are noisy groans,
Which strike upon my heart,
Which is the bell.
What a vain show Life seemed!
The bell keeps relentless tolling:
“All is past! All are passing! All are shadows!”
Today is a passing ghost.
Waiting is an exercise of faith.
As if you could kill time
Without injuring eternity
The time is unfaithful itself,
To whom, who abused it.
I wasted time and now does time waste me
The sound that tells, what hour it is
Are noisy groans,
Which strike upon my heart,
Which is the bell.
The time is unfaithful itself,
To whom, who abused it.
I betrayed time and now time betrays me
The sound that tells, what hour it is
Are noisy groans,
Which strike upon my heart,
Which is the bell.
Perfectly gloomy Norwegian goth/post-punk, anchored by a punchy rhythm section and driven by chiming guitar lines and morose vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 16, 2021
“Strangers” is packed with wonderfully menacing electro-goth—late-night horror movie music for vampire dance parties. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2023