Versuri Ulver - Wolf & Hatred

Album: Ulver - The Madrigal Of The Night: Eight Hymnes To The Wolf In Man



O Vandringsmand i een forbandet Nat
Troe ey at hans Had dig vild skaane
Hans Rov vild ey vaere nogen anden
End dig -
Der vild skiAlve i hans vAr
I uselt Haab om at Huus er nAr

End dig -
Hvis Blod skald blifve hans stArke Viin
Oc SiAl, hans hellige TrofA

FaafAngt han lader dig gyde
Ut dit Blod i Smertens Sin

Saa du som dAd ey Sofnloest kand
FortAlde FrAnder: "Ulven er ham!"

Som Offer for Beistets Krav
Dit Blod vild rende koldt som BAcl i Grav

Gud er ey her, men DAden nAr
Oc hvert Secund som her
Er undt dig -
Skimrer i et dobbelt SkiAr
Aff baade Liiv & DAd

Rasende lader han Bliket binde
LAfter dit i Maaneskinnet

O Wanderer in this infernal Night
Believe not his Hate will spare thee
His prey shall be no one
But thee -
Who shall tremble when he is near
In foolish hope for shelter

And thou -
Whose bloode strong wine shall be
Thy Soule, his sacred Trophie

In vein he lets thee shed
Thy bloode in this Sea of Payne

Then shalt thou not haunt thine friends
Revealing: "The Wolf is he!"

Coldlie thy bloode shall flow
As streams through Graves below

God is not here, but death draws near
And secondes are O, so few
In a Nature twofold they shine
Beginning and End combine

Fool, thou art prostrate
By the raging eyne of his
Lifted upwards
Rapt in Moonshine


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