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Waves Below (Live)
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On Tour
Metal
Waves Below (Live) was released on January 9, 2026 by Metal Blade Records as a part of the album Waves over Copenhell (Live)
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Release DateJanuary 9, 2026
LabelMetal Blade Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM190

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
IOTUNN
IOTUNN
Performer
Jón Aldará
Jón Aldará
Vocals
Jesper Ladekær Gräs
Jesper Ladekær Gräs
Electric Guitar
Eskil Rask
Eskil Rask
Bass Guitar
Bjørn Wind Andersen
Bjørn Wind Andersen
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jesper Ladekær Gräs
Jesper Ladekær Gräs
Songwriter
Jón Aldará
Jón Aldará
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
IOTUNN
IOTUNN
Producer

Lyrics

Sunrises over derelicts, dust and decay
The light gathers no momentum for chasing shadows away
A cursory reading of the atmosphere
Reveals a cause for concern
Absence of life, a chilling omen
Something was here and might still be
I am sensing waves below
I am sensing waves below
[Instrumental]
In search of portals that lead to subterranean worlds unknown
Drifting along with a foreboding mechanical pulse
Navigating the endless oppressive desert
And twisted cityscapes bizarre
The signal stirs, points into the dust and stone
I am sensing waves below
I am sensing waves below
[Instrumental]
In time we found our way inside
Never knew the horrors we were soon to find
We left the acrid winds behind
In hopes of reaching a new way of life
The source of waves below
Grows ever nearer
Our clutch of wraths in tow
Imparts the fear
Oh, this darkness
Eyeless engineers of the deep
Oh, the constant whirring of the nightmare machine is maddening
The images produced in my mind to counteract the black
Wreak havoc on my synapses
[Instrumental]
There is beauty in science
And the silence that lives inside
There is echoing violence
In the halls of our deepest dark
[Instrumental]
There is beauty in violence
And the dying of dreams inside
I know nothing can right this
But the trials of the twisted night (Night)
The shambling through corridors of darkness unending
None of this was meant to be felt, seen or heard
To never know when morning comes
Written by: Jesper Ladekær Gräs, Jón Aldará
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