We Are The Dead Lyrics - Perdition City - Ulver

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 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.