Senses arrested, all
Less than abreast
Fractures of every form
A hole in the chest
Time for a rest
Self crucified I own
All form of sin
Past testaments may show
We'll rise again
Time to make a stand
Locked out, locked out again
The mark of every turn
Well meant or ill
Lays down a path that's earned
For every kill
Now stand still
Outside the gilded door
A will of stone
Walls fall of white cement
But we're not alone
Our blood runs uncold
Locked out, locked out again
Are we the meek or brave
Are we the king or slave
Are we the shuttered door
Are we the fortress floor
Are we sheltered dark
Are we the brightest spark
Are we the racing pulse
Raging against our loss
And still the question lay
Is this the vaunted key to our heart?
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
An epic dark rock record that will make fans of Sisters of Mercy swoon—massive chords and choruses, plus gothic grandeur. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 16, 2020