Sworn - Emperor, Ulver

Four eyes as two in one

The forward circular view

That never ends

An orbital voyage

Throughout this endless sphere of all

Where time is lost and everything transcends

A graceful presence

At stolen time

As ghosts to the world

Ghosts to the world

For ice, outside, are we apart

As cold and eerie mist to the hand

Ever floating on its coarse

Towards the heights of shadowland

Thus appear the truly sworn

To be seen

To be feared

Yet, not to be reached

Four eyes as two in one

Thus appear the truly sworn

As ghosts to the world

Thus appear the truly sworn

For ice, outside, are we apart

Thus appear the truly sworn

Cold and eerie mist.

Burning

Thus appear the truly sworn

A graceful presence

At stolen time

Thus appear the truly sworn