Ulver - Hymn VIII: Of Wolf and the Night Lyrics
Hafvde Kiærlighed lænkelagtDend utæmmede Mackt?Han glemmer det han legger dødIngen Minder stiiger fra Graven bratIngen Anger gliider giennem Siælens NatMed Ydmyghedens Taarer smigrede hunDend Guddom som hun hadete medens hun frycktedeHendes Væsen, lig et LamGik ham ey forbiFor hun hafde rørt ved hamØfved sin MagiUagtet disse Siæle tvendeEen hafvde at endeNye Smerte klinger frem aff gammel KlageTragoedie aff uaffbrudne DageUkuelig, dend TørstHinsidigt, det BegiærNu drev han yr &map galI sorthiærtet KvalVintrens kuldeSnart tilfulde- oc hans LængselMod een VinternatUlven vandrer eeneHad Love fetter'd this force of free?What he leaves dead, he forgetsNo memories arise from the grave,No anger glides through the night of SoulesWith humble tears she flatter'dThe Divinitie shes hated and fear'dHer lamb-like natureLeft him not untouch'dBy Magick she was boundTo the Beast within himThese Soules twainEnforced one's endPayne anew from woe of oldeA Tragedie of endless dayesInsatiable, the thirstInconceivable, the lustWild & mad he huntsIn anguish black at heartThe winter's coldeSoone fulfill'd- And his yearningTowards a winter's nightWandering alone,The Wolf
