February Mmx
Ulver · Wars Of The Roses [1999]
The old man sings
In the face of fear
The circular mantra
Why are we here
The audience is blind
To what takes place
In the pillory
Life's a stage
Vertical lights of death
In codes of red and blue
Birds in black and white
And the drums of World War II
Tattooed in numbers
Genocide is suicide
Cause we're our own worst enemy
And the Last Judgement
Our children are hurting
In the final performance
The newborn is still
The rest is silence
Vertical lights of death
In codes of red and blue
Birds in black and white
And the drums of World War II
Vertical lights of death
In codes of red and blue
Birds in black and white
And the drums of World War II
In the face of fear
The circular mantra
Why are we here
The audience is blind
To what takes place
In the pillory
Life's a stage
Vertical lights of death
In codes of red and blue
Birds in black and white
And the drums of World War II
Tattooed in numbers
Genocide is suicide
Cause we're our own worst enemy
And the Last Judgement
Our children are hurting
In the final performance
The newborn is still
The rest is silence
Vertical lights of death
In codes of red and blue
Birds in black and white
And the drums of World War II
Vertical lights of death
In codes of red and blue
Birds in black and white
And the drums of World War II