Wolf & Man
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
Wolf & ManLRC歌词
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
