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  • 作词 : Kristoffer Rygg
    作曲 : Håvard Jørgensen/Kristoffer Rygg
    I dende Nætters Nat Possesivelie
    Der hun hafvde besættende Glød,
    Bar bleege Stjerner i sit Skiød,
    Hylder han hende med een Sang
    Dende Lidenskabens Hymne
    Vidner om det Baand
    Som nu invælder
    Natten in hand Aand
    Når Stjernerne varsler Grye
    Mod to-hornet Sølvmaanenye
    Oc Soelen stiiger frem
    Lig een Flamme, skiær & reen
    Som fra Faedres Offerbaal -
    Ustyrlig er da hans Sind!
    Skiænk kam saa nyt Lius aff dit Skin,
    Du, Satans Soel,
    Saa han kand jage tol Bestandighed
    Regiære, 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!
  • 作词 : Kristoffer Rygg
    作曲 : Håvard Jørgensen/Kristoffer Rygg
    I dende Nætters Nat Possesivelie
    Der hun hafvde besættende Glød,
    Bar bleege Stjerner i sit Skiød,
    Hylder han hende med een Sang
    Dende Lidenskabens Hymne
    Vidner om det Baand
    Som nu invælder
    Natten in hand Aand
    Når Stjernerne varsler Grye
    Mod to-hornet Sølvmaanenye
    Oc Soelen stiiger frem
    Lig een Flamme, skiær & reen
    Som fra Faedres Offerbaal -
    Ustyrlig er da hans Sind!
    Skiænk kam saa nyt Lius aff dit Skin,
    Du, Satans Soel,
    Saa han kand jage tol Bestandighed
    Regiære, 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!