Snacket blandt Folck vaer til Bestandighed Om Fuldmaanens Vee & Grue Naar det klagede op mod hendes Skiaer Fra Vintrens kolde Eensomhed Da frycktede de at Vargen vaer n¦r Vakt vaer dends gamle Mayestet Der vaer Dègn da nogen meenede at hafve seet I hendes Lius, som han splidder med dend Skygge som han spreer, Skyggen aff een ukiend Mackt Der dend hylede mod sin Gud i infernaldsk Prackt Dende Diefvels Herold, han herjede Fra Kandt til Kandt, & mange aff Mande¦t forsvandt Paa dend hun lyser, han binder; oc Helveds Ulv, Han dr¦ber, medens Afgrunden brager Forbandelsen er her visseligen Aff Diefvlen han bleff ski¦nked een Gave Der ved Troldom favned han til Ulv Ey vaer han l¦nger een Guds Slave Der ved Midnat vandred ofver hule Grave Amongst men words went Of the Full Moone's woe. When a dirge did rise to Her skylit eye From the lone winter's colde They fear'd that the wolf was nigh Awakened its Majestie of olde Nights did pass when men claim'd the saw In Her light that he splits with the shadow he casts The shadow of a force unknown Howling at its God in 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 the rumbling Abyss The Curse is certayne The Beast below bestowed on him a gift And by Magick he to wolf was bound No more was he a slave to God At midnight treading on hollow grave
Snacket blandt Folck vaer til Bestandighed Om Fuldmaanens Vee & Grue Naar det klagede op mod hendes Skiaer Fra Vintrens kolde Eensomhed Da frycktede de at Vargen vaer n¦r Vakt vaer dends gamle Mayestet Der vaer Dègn da nogen meenede at hafve seet I hendes Lius, som han splidder med dend Skygge som han spreer, Skyggen aff een ukiend Mackt Der dend hylede mod sin Gud i infernaldsk Prackt Dende Diefvels Herold, han herjede Fra Kandt til Kandt, & mange aff Mande¦t forsvandt Paa dend hun lyser, han binder; oc Helveds Ulv, Han dr¦ber, medens Afgrunden brager Forbandelsen er her visseligen Aff Diefvlen han bleff ski¦nked een Gave Der ved Troldom favned han til Ulv Ey vaer han l¦nger een Guds Slave Der ved Midnat vandred ofver hule Grave Amongst men words went Of the Full Moone's woe. When a dirge did rise to Her skylit eye From the lone winter's colde They fear'd that the wolf was nigh Awakened its Majestie of olde Nights did pass when men claim'd the saw In Her light that he splits with the shadow he casts The shadow of a force unknown Howling at its God in 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 the rumbling Abyss The Curse is certayne The Beast below bestowed on him a gift And by Magick he to wolf was bound No more was he a slave to God At midnight treading on hollow grave
