Mother of Mercy - Ulver

Oh mother

Mother of mercy

Cradle of all

Devotion and desire

I turn to you

From the valley of tears

Carry me as a child

As a son of man

Bathed in light

And precious blood

Filling the cup

Of the skull of Adam

Crying at the foot

Of the cross

Oh mother

Pure and simple

Virgin and whore

The women of Jérusalem

Along the way of sorrows

Speaking of ghosts

In the holy city