Текст песни: Ulver. Wars Of The Roses. Providence.
we drink and drink
a subtle poison
more in sorrow
than in anger
our skin is so thin
and left to love
the sentence we serve
our masks discarded
the blind rage of youth
the black starry eyes
all animal passions
covering up the truth
there is no deliverance
providence is lost
Ulver
Ulver
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