Rolling Stone - Ulver

I have seen the world

You believe in

Black ships with rats

Dead Caesars and sons

Hear the children sing

They cry murder

What is done is done

And there is more to come

Poor little sister

I hope you understand

The babe in the woods

Will be taken by a wolf

The second coming

Means nothing to me

I have tasted death

Every body and thing

I long for my own

For the curtain to fall

To wipe the blood

Off the face of the Earth