Under the Surface performing their latest album Miin Triuwa live at famous rock club Dingwalls in Camden, London UK 22 June 2024. Sanne Rambags – vocals and lyrics Bram Stadhouders – guitar and compositions Joost Lijbaart – drums Nathan Wouters – double bass Annabel Laura – guitar, lyre, keyboards, percussion, vocals Ted Masseurs – sound El Fragotsis – camera Bram Stadhouders – mixing & mastering With Miin Triuwa, Under The Surface embarks on a new musical journey with compositions by guitarist Bram Stadhouders. He wrote a suite of eight pieces in which the characters and qualities of the band members are transcendent. The constantly changing improvisations that are so characteristic of the band are now captured in a powerful musical statement that showcases what the band stands for. Instead of traveling to other worlds, in this project the group looks inward and explores how their own roots influence their music. Under The Surface has a common drive to find the universal essence of different cultures. Thus, for this album the connection was made with the band’s own “forgotten” language, Old Dutch. With the help of historical linguist Peter-Alexander Kerkhof and the Dutch Language Institute, Sanne Rambags carried out research and wrote beautiful lyrics for the album in Old Dutch. This is the language that was spoken in the Netherlands from circa 600 to 1150 CE and sounds similar to Gaelic and Icelandic. Text Old Dutch Vrohta Endi Bivunga gihori gibet miin endi ni varwerp beda miina, githenki miin herta miin gidruovit is an mii, endi vrohta duodes viel over mii vrohta endi bivunga quamon over mii, bithekoda mii thimsternissi endi ik quath wie sal gevan mii vetheron also duvon, ik vliugan sal an dag, an naht ik gitruwan sal siela miin ik gitruwan sal an vrithu an ewon ik gitruwan sal gihori gibet miin endi ni varwerp beda miina, githenki miin gihori gibet miin endi ni varwerp beda miina, githenki miin gihori gibet miin endi ni varwerp beda miina, ik raston sal English text Fear and trembling Hear my prayers and deny not my pleas, think of me my heart has moved within me and the fear of death has captured me fear and trembling have come upon me and darkness shrouds me and I say, who shall give me feathers like those of a dove and let me fly? By day, by night I shall trust My soul I shall trust In peace, for eternity I shall trust Hear my prayers and deny not my pleas, think of me Hear my prayers and deny not my pleas, think of me Hear my prayers and deny not my pleas, and I shall rest