Ulver 

 

  

 

   Hymn VIII: Of Wolf and the Night

 

 

  Hafvde Kiærlighed lænkelagt

  Dend utæmmede Mackt?

  

  Han glemmer det han legger død

  Ingen Minder stiiger fra Graven brat

  Ingen Anger gliider giennem Siælens Nat

  

  Med Ydmyghedens Taarer smigrede hun

  Dend Guddom som hun hadete medens hun frycktede

  

  Hendes Væsen, lig et Lam

  Gik ham ey forbi

  For hun hafde rørt ved ham

  Øfved sin Magi

  

  Uagtet disse Siæle tvende

  Een hafvde at ende

  

  Nye Smerte klinger frem aff gammel Klage

  Tragoedie aff uaffbrudne Dage

  

  Ukuelig, dend Tørst

  Hinsidigt, det Begiær

  

  Nu drev han yr &map gal

  I sorthiærtet Kval

  

  Vintrens kulde

  Snart tilfulde

  - oc hans Længsel

  Mod een Vinternat

  Ulven vandrer eene

  

  Had Love fetter'd this force of free?

   

  

  

  What he leaves dead, he forgets

  No memories arise from the grave,

  No anger glides through the night of Soules

  

  With humble tears she flatter'd

  The Divinitie shes hated and fear'd

  

  Her lamb-like nature

  Left him not untouch'd

  By Magick she was bound

  To the Beast within him

  

  These Soules twain

  Enforced one's end

  

  Payne anew from woe of olde

  A Tragedie of endless dayes

  

  Insatiable, the thirst

  Inconceivable, the lust

  

  Wild & mad he hunts

  In anguish black at heart

  

  The winter's colde

  Soone fulfill'd

  - And his yearning

  Towards a winter's night

  

  Wandering alone,

  The Wolf