Ulver - Wolf & Hatred lyrics

O Vandringsmand i een forbandet Nat

Troe ey at hans Had dig vild skaane

Hans Rov vild ey vaere nogen anden

End dig -

Der vild ski¦lve i hans v¦r

I uselt Haab om at Huus er n¦r

End dig -

Hvis Blod skald blifve hans st¦rke Viin

Oc Si¦l, hans hellige Trof©

Faaf¦ngt han lader dig gyde

Ut dit Blod i Smertens Sin

Saa du som d?d ey Sofnloest kand

Fort¦lde Fr¦nder: "Ulven er ham!"

Som Offer for Beistets Krav

Dit Blod vild rende koldt som B¦cl i Grav

Gud er ey her, men D?den n¦r

Oc hvert Secund som her

Er undt dig -

Skimrer i et dobbelt Ski¦r

Aff baade Liiv & D?d

Rasende lader han Bliket binde

L?fter dit i Maaneskinnet

O Wanderer in this infernal Night

Believe not his Hate will spare thee

His prey shall be no one

But thee -

Who shall tremble when he is near

In foolish hope for shelter

And thou -

Whose bloode strong wine shall be

Thy Soule, his sacred Trophie

In vein he lets thee shed

Thy bloode in this Sea of Payne

Then shalt thou not haunt thine friends

Revealing: "The Wolf is he!"

Coldlie thy bloode shall flow

As streams through Graves below

God is not here, but death draws near

And secondes are O, so few

In a Nature twofold they shine

Beginning and End combine

Fool, thou art prostrate

By the raging eyne of his

Lifted upwards

Rapt in Moonshine