Little Blue Bird - Ulver

Little bird in blue worlds

Spinning things with wings

Beating the sacred heart

Running cold and scared

Wanting warmer weather

To leave all winter behind

The cutting edge of the sword

In blood of the burning heart

Nailed into unholy ground

And the skies going under

Over paradise is offering

Something to prevent nothing

Little bird in white worlds

Singing nothing to hear

Without heed of the heart

Cut by the swords of heaven