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  • 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!
  • 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!