WOLF & THE MOON by ULVER I dende N¦tters Nat Der hun hafvde bes¦ttende Glèd, Bar bleege Stjerner i sit Skièd, Hylder han hende med een Sang Dende Lidenskabens Hymne Vidner om det Baand Som nu inv¦lder Natten in hand Aand N¥r Stjernerne varsler Grye Mod to-hornet Sèlvmaanenye Oc Soelen stiiger frem Lig een Flamme, ski¦r & reen Som fra Faedres Offerbaal - Ustyrlig er da hans Sind! Ski¦nk kam saa nyt Lius aff dit Skin, Du, Satans Soel, Saa han kand jage tol Bestandighed Regi¦re, i kold, Ufattbar Mayestet Possesivelie She upon him shone Adorned with dimme stars In this Night of Nights He hailes Her with a song This hymne of Passion Reminding of the Bond Between him and the Night As they melt into one When dawn draws near And the Sunne ascendes Like a flame bright & pure From the bonfires of heretics Ecstatick, then, his Mind! Grant him thus Light anew, Thou, Sunne of Satan So that he shall reigne Through infinite In colde, inconceivable Majestie! [ www.dailyrics.com ] WOLF&THEMOON by ULVER