Snacket blandt Folck vaer til Bestandighed

 Om Fuldmaanens Vee & Grue

 

 Naar det klagede op mod hendes Skiaer

 Fra Vintrens kolde Eensomhed

 Da frycktede de at Vargen vaer nær

 Vakt vaer dends gamle Mayestet

 

 Der vaer Døgn da nogen meenede at hafve seet

 I hendes Lius, som han splidder med dend

 Skygge som han spreer,

 Skyggen aff een ukiend Mackt

 Der dend hylede mod sin Gud i infernaldsk Prackt

 

 Dende Diefvels Herold, han herjede

 Fra Kandt til Kandt, & mange aff Mandeæt forsvandt

 Paa dend hun lyser, han binder; oc Helveds Ulv,

 Han dræber, medens Afgrunden brager

 Forbandelsen er her visseligen

 

 Aff Diefvlen han bleff skiænked een Gave

 Der ved Troldom favned han til Ulv

 Ey vaer han længer een Guds Slave

 Der ved Midnat vandred ofver hule Grave

 

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 Amongst men words went

 Of the Full Moone's woe.

 

 When a dirge did rise to Her skylit eye

 From the lone winter's colde

 They fear'd that the wolf was nigh

 Awakened its Majestie of olde

 

 Nights did pass when men claim'd the saw

 In Her light that he splits

 with the shadow he casts

 The shadow of a force unknown

 Howling at its God in splendoure infernall

 

 This Devil's Herolde, he hunted the land

 And many a man disappear'd

 Where She shines, he binds; the Wolf of Hell

 He kills o'ver the rumbling Abyss

 

 The Curse is certayne

 

 The Beast below bestowed on him a gift

 And by Magick he to wolf was bound

 No more was he a slave to God

 At midnight treading on hollow grave