Wolf & Passion-Ulver

Uden Sorrig for det, som svandt Han drager paa nye & farlig F¦rd Hans eeneste Sorrig v¦re at han intet fandt Som vaer een Taare v¦rdt Til han Medynk saae I hendes èine, der alt Lius vaer tendt Der al Gl¦de snart vaer endt Slig een Pige hellig, vacker Det brustne Blik flacker Hun ki¦ndte Haabet brast Han viiger for bendes Blik Med een smertelig Mystik Fylder hende mod Hi¦rtenski¦r Med hendes Ild ligger sort & dèd Ondskab qvalte hver een Glèd Dend hviide Gloe, dend slukte han Men dend ha'r skabt een m¦cktig Brand Aff Had & Elskov & tungindigt Haab Nyfèdt b¦res Maanen Frem Ofver det Sind som her bleff rèfved Aff dend mèrcke, Magi paa hende èfved Med r¦dde Skrit. mod ham - Dybt berèrt: "Du Diefvlens Sendebud, som b¦rer Fryckt fra Mand til Brud, Du Menskehadets reene Styrkedrik, Du n¦ring for min Si¦l, som dèr; Gaae ey bort, o Skygge, fèr Ieg viiser Ki¦ndsler som ieg hafvde Angst For at n¦re fèr ieg bleff din Fangst" On he hunts with sorrow none For what hath passed is gone His sole regret the absence Of desires worthie his teares Until he saw pitie in her eyne Where all the light did shine And soone all joie should die Her glazed eyne did wander A mayden pure in grandeur Left alone & lost From her eyne he retreats Clad in mournfulle Mysterie He takes her heart in his But dark & dead is her light Evil took her fire's breath Her embers were by him devour'd And inside of him a fire buildes Of Hate & Love & Hope so sad The Moone comes forth Born anew above her Soule - Stolen here by the dark, Binding Magick of olde Frighten'd she nears him, And speakes: Thou, messenger of the Devil, Who brings fear into lovers' hearts, Thou, elixir to the hatred of men And air to my Soule, now dying; Leave me not, O shadow, Before I give myself away To these long denied desires, Thy gift to my dying heart