Harakiri for the Sky is a post-black-metal act formed in Salzburg and Vienn… Read Full Bio ↴Harakiri for the Sky is a post-black-metal act formed in Salzburg and Vienna in 2011 by vocalist J.J. (Michael, formerly known as "V. Wahntraum") and multi-instrumentalist Matthias "M.S." Sollak, formerly known as "Sollo" of black metal band act Bifröst. They have released four studio albums: Harakiri for the Sky (2012), Aokigahara (2014), III: Trauma (2016) and Arson (2018) via German record label Art of Propaganda. Braiding together the most raw elements of black metal with subtle touches of light and beauty, melodic black metal with post-rock parts.
The band toured alongside Der Weg einer Freiheit and the Great Old Ones in March, 2016 and played Summer Breeze Open Air later that year. For live performances, J.J. and M.S. are joined by bassist Thomas Dornig, drummer Mischa Bruemmer and guitarist Marrok. In 2017 they were nominated for the "Hard & Heavy" category of the Amadeus Austrian Music Awards.
The band toured alongside Der Weg einer Freiheit and the Great Old Ones in March, 2016 and played Summer Breeze Open Air later that year. For live performances, J.J. and M.S. are joined by bassist Thomas Dornig, drummer Mischa Bruemmer and guitarist Marrok. In 2017 they were nominated for the "Hard & Heavy" category of the Amadeus Austrian Music Awards.
Once Upon A Winter
Harakiri for the Sky Lyrics
To become spring, accept the risk of winter
To become presence, accept the risk of absence
We are lost in this city, where we shouldn’t be at all
Where we searched for flowers, and found nothing but snow
It’s this city of tears
That has gone into mourning
Still beating with my heart
But with undercurrent of woe
I belong to the mountains
And always did so
I belong to the mountains
And always will do
They were my first love
Where they end, I begin
Bury me deep inside their womb
The only place I ever felt home
Cause home is not just the place where I was born
Also, the place where I want to get buried
The place beyond the pines where distance has no meaning
Where we still sing those old songs that remind us of our fall
(04:36)
We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar
And an urge for the foreign and strange
We are tied to bridges that cave in or burn
Sometimes we are homesick most for places we’ve never known
If only the sea was merciful
Wash me away to the silencing shores
If only the sea was merciful
As merciful as a morning in winter
My dear, you can cut all the flowers
But you can’t keep spring from rising
It’s strange why autumns is so beautiful
Yet everything starves, everything dies
…everything dies…
Cause home is not just the place where I was born
Also, the place where I want to get buried
The place beyond the pines where distance has no meaning
Where we still sing those old songs that remind us of our fall
Cause though I’m often in the depths of misery
There’s still calmness, there’s still music inside me
Just wish Decembers would wipe memories away
Like they mercilessly wiped away the last years
If only the sea was merciful
Wash me away to the silencing shores
If only the sea was merciful
As merciful as a morning in winter
To become presence, accept the risk of absence
We are lost in this city, where we shouldn’t be at all
Where we searched for flowers, and found nothing but snow
It’s this city of tears
That has gone into mourning
Still beating with my heart
But with undercurrent of woe
And always did so
I belong to the mountains
And always will do
They were my first love
Where they end, I begin
Bury me deep inside their womb
The only place I ever felt home
Cause home is not just the place where I was born
Also, the place where I want to get buried
The place beyond the pines where distance has no meaning
Where we still sing those old songs that remind us of our fall
(04:36)
We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar
And an urge for the foreign and strange
We are tied to bridges that cave in or burn
Sometimes we are homesick most for places we’ve never known
If only the sea was merciful
Wash me away to the silencing shores
If only the sea was merciful
As merciful as a morning in winter
My dear, you can cut all the flowers
But you can’t keep spring from rising
It’s strange why autumns is so beautiful
Yet everything starves, everything dies
…everything dies…
Cause home is not just the place where I was born
Also, the place where I want to get buried
The place beyond the pines where distance has no meaning
Where we still sing those old songs that remind us of our fall
Cause though I’m often in the depths of misery
There’s still calmness, there’s still music inside me
Just wish Decembers would wipe memories away
Like they mercilessly wiped away the last years
If only the sea was merciful
Wash me away to the silencing shores
If only the sea was merciful
As merciful as a morning in winter
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