Da Trolddommen bleff h?ved - & need Paa Jorden han sv?ved: Da som nu Vaer Jaget ved at lefve, ved at aande, Ved hver Bev?gelse saa stoor at n?esten dend
fooles A power pure, nature unveil'd Perception sans delusion Amongst them he walks unseen Like a tint if Twilight The breath of Night No voice of God did tell Man
these fooles A power pure, nature unveil'd Perception sans delusion Amongst them he walks unseen Like a tint if Twilight The breath of Night No voice of God did tell Man
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
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
: 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
har han ey meer sin Drackt Saa red som Viin & Blod Fro Viin & Blod vaer paa hans Haand Ved S¦ngen der han stood Hos Liiget aff sin elskede Dend Stund man
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
: I dende N¦tters Nat Der hun hafvde bes¦ttende Gled, Bar bleege Stjerner i sit Skied, Hylder han hende med een Sang Dende Lidenskabens Hymne Vidner
I et eevig, dedstrett Jag ...Oc dend stoore, tridste Eensomhed Vild efve giengi¦rd for dend tabte Kiaerlighed - I Had! The images of Wolf once served
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
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
