We Are the Dead - Ulver

When you can’t sleep, in the line of shadows

Around the glowing red eye

Voices that talk and talk towards nothing

So that nothing’s hollow role shall not slide

In on the scene in the solitary theater

And the voices laugh loud, so the candles flicker

And go out, without noticing how dark it becomes

And he who records the voices of the spirits

Of the dead.

On the tape filled with buzz and

Cosmic noise you can hear their remote voices

Form German words;

they say: Wir sind die Toten

Which is true, whoever they might be

The total inaccessibility of silence, it shines in the

Wallmirror when you’ve left, and disappears

When you return.

No silence in death’s silence