O Vandringsmand i een forbandet Nat
Troe ey at hans Had dig vild skaane
Hans Rov vild ey vaere nogen anden
End dig -
Der vild ski¦lve i hans v¦r
I uselt Haab om at Huus er n¦r
End dig -
Hvis Blod skald blifve hans st¦rke Viin
Oc Si¦l, hans hellige Trof©
Faaf¦ngt han lader dig gyde
Ut dit Blod i Smertens Sin
Saa du som dèd ey Sofnloest kand
Fort¦lde Fr¦nder: "Ulven er ham!"
Som Offer for Beistets Krav
Dit Blod vild rende koldt som B¦cl i Grav
Gud er ey her, men Dèden n¦r
LyricsOc hvert Secund som her
Er undt dig -
Skimrer i et dobbelt Ski¦r
Aff baade Liiv & Dèd
Rasende lader han Bliket binde
Lèfter dit i Maaneskinnet
O Wanderer in this infernal Night
Believe not his Hate will spare thee
His prey shall be no one
But thee -
Who shall tremble when he is near
In foolish hope for shelter
And thou -
Whose 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 is he!"
Coldlie thy bloode shall flow
As streams through Graves below
God is not here, but death draws near
And secondes are O, so few
In a Nature twofold they shine
Beginning and End combine
Fool, thou art prostrate
By the raging eyne of his
Lifted upwards
Rapt in Moonshine
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