Tekster:
Ulver Perdition City

: I remember walking, one side of town to the other Alone one night in January... or February It's like in an old movie from some other land It lasted

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: Ghosts presence, ghost music in the radio at night, when you can't sleep, in the line of shadows around the glowing red eye. Voices that talk and

: You're taking a ride to the underworld Where death lurks in dark corners And trouble is never far away Wild gangs rule by fear and prey on the weak

: You fly, or rather float, drift Through an enormous dark room A room of noises Endless shimmering glissandi Crackling pizzicato Coal black, turbulence

You're taking a ride to the underworld Where death lurks in dark corners And trouble is never far away Wild gangs rule by fear and prey on the weak

You fly, or rather float, drift Through an enormous dark room A room of noises Endless shimmering glissandi Crackling pizzicato Coal black, turbulence

What's the meaning of this voyage? To talk in a dream So many bends and these years we've been together passed And all this time she was tremendously

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