Da Trolddomen 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¦sten Dend vaer Smerte Medens han gik omkring Blandt Mennisker, vaer han skuffed fèrst: I Liivets ydre vaer der intet Skifte Lig det han hafvde fèlt i Ulvens Liiv De tr¦ller under ham Med at troskyldig Sind Fryckter ham, Een Krafft aff sand Natur, Som Sanser uden Selfbedrag Han gliider useet blandt dem, streifer i sit Jag Lig Kv¦ldens Farver, Nattens Aandedrag For ingen Guderèst hafver nogensinde Git Mennisket Svar paa hvem han skiulede D¦mon, Phantom & Varulv Vaer kund Naffn paa det de aldrig kunde finde End han - I hans Hi¦rte: Een Affgrund tung Som det sorte Hav Der eldsker sine Dyb Der - Sammenkrèget I Vintrens Bund F¦lder han al deris Gl¦de, Liiv, Mod & Haab Maanen, stiigende paanye, Hilser ham fra en sunken Himmel ... Oc ved den lydende Midnattssalme Som Fryckt i Natten v¦ver Skald de ffromme atter falme The spell did breake and gave release To hours amongst Mankynde But then, as now, the strayn Of living, breathing, yea ev'rie move A burden approaching payn Dishearten'd he was As he wander'd with men On the surface of life - no change No change as the Beast within They fear him, 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 what He did hide Werewolf & Phantom, Daemon & Beast - Mere names given to what they fear'd But he - In his heart: An abyss unfathomable As teh blacken'd sea Which loves its deeps There - An animal shadow crawling O'er the wintry soil All Hope, Joie & Life he slayes The Moone, rising anew, Bids him welcome from a waning sky ... And by the sounding Of his midnight psalme Feare shall be harvest agayn From the Pious hearts of men
Da Trolddomen 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¦sten Dend vaer Smerte Medens han gik omkring Blandt Mennisker, vaer han skuffed fèrst: I Liivets ydre vaer der intet Skifte Lig det han hafvde fèlt i Ulvens Liiv De tr¦ller under ham Med at troskyldig Sind Fryckter ham, Een Krafft aff sand Natur, Som Sanser uden Selfbedrag Han gliider useet blandt dem, streifer i sit Jag Lig Kv¦ldens Farver, Nattens Aandedrag For ingen Guderèst hafver nogensinde Git Mennisket Svar paa hvem han skiulede D¦mon, Phantom & Varulv Vaer kund Naffn paa det de aldrig kunde finde End han - I hans Hi¦rte: Een Affgrund tung Som det sorte Hav Der eldsker sine Dyb Der - Sammenkrèget I Vintrens Bund F¦lder han al deris Gl¦de, Liiv, Mod & Haab Maanen, stiigende paanye, Hilser ham fra en sunken Himmel ... Oc ved den lydende Midnattssalme Som Fryckt i Natten v¦ver Skald de ffromme atter falme The spell did breake and gave release To hours amongst Mankynde But then, as now, the strayn Of living, breathing, yea ev'rie move A burden approaching payn Dishearten'd he was As he wander'd with men On the surface of life - no change No change as the Beast within They fear him, 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 what He did hide Werewolf & Phantom, Daemon & Beast - Mere names given to what they fear'd But he - In his heart: An abyss unfathomable As teh blacken'd sea Which loves its deeps There - An animal shadow crawling O'er the wintry soil All Hope, Joie & Life he slayes The Moone, rising anew, Bids him welcome from a waning sky ... And by the sounding Of his midnight psalme Feare shall be harvest agayn From the Pious hearts of men
