Lyrics
In the final performance, in the pillory MMX, our children are hurting
To what takes place, and the drums of wwii, the newborn is still
tattooed in numbers
In the final performance, the audience is blind, in the final performance
Our children are hurting, we are our own enemy Ulver, to what takes place
In the pillory, the old man sings, in codes of red and blue
Birds in black and white, genocide is suicide, the rest is silence
in the pillory
genocide is suicide
and the last judgement
Our children are hurting, the vertical lights of death MMX, life is a stage
Genocide is suicide, our children are hurting
In the final performance, to what takes place
In the final performance, the old man sings
tattooed in numbers
The circular mantra, birds in black and white February, the vertical lights of death
Tattooed in numbers, and the drums of wwii
Life is a stage, genocide is suicide MMX, the vertical lights of death
Birds in black and white, and the drums of wwii
and the drums of wwii
in the pillory
Tattooed in numbers, the newborn is still
the old man sings
The circular mantra, the newborn is still
The rest is silence, in the final performance
The vertical lights of death, in the final performance, the vertical lights of death
the newborn is still
in codes of red and blue
In the pillory, in the final performance, in the final performance
In the pillory, our children are hurting, the vertical lights of death
And the drums of wwii, and the last judgement
Tattooed in numbers, in the pillory Ulver, the old man sings
our children are hurting
We are our own enemy, the old man sings
the newborn is still
The rest is silence, the audience is blind
and the drums of wwii
Birds in black and white, our children are hurting
The circular mantra, birds in black and white Ulver, in codes of red and blue
In codes of red and blue, tattooed in numbers MMX, and the last judgement