Wolf & The Moon歌词

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!