Hymn II: Of Wolf And The Devil

Ulvens Billeder hafver eengang
Til Hex & Diefvels Stolthed tienet
Om Gudstroe vidnet, mørck men mæcktig
Ja med Grenser viide som dend Verden dend là øde.

Satan skabede det som for deris Bilk
Blifver ofverjordisk - Han er slik
Een Mand i Ulveham.

Self Vinden er een Tiener i hans Haand
Oc Eevigheden - hans gaadefulde Aand.

Paa ham een Stoorhed som een Krone Pan fordum bar
Han hungrer giennem Eevighed
Sinnker om han grim & sort
Een Tragoedie kund for dend som veed.

Han tager sig frem baade Nat & Dag
I et eevig, dødstrett Jag.

...Oc dend stoore, tridste Eensomhed
Vild øfve giengiærd for dend tabte Kiaerlighed
I Had!

The images of Wolf once served
The Pride of Witch and Devil
Witnessed a dark, yet mightie Faith
With boundaries wide as the world it layd waste.

Satan did create
What to their eyne Celestial is
And so he is
A man in Wolfskin clad.

To his hands, e'en the Wind is Servant
And Eternitie his enigmatick Spirit.

Around him a Majestie
like Pan his Crowne of olde
He hungers through Eternitie
Immersed in a Tragedie dark and colde
Knowne onlie to the Initiated.

Through Day and Night he moves
In an eternall, wearie chase.

...And this Solitude so greate and sad
Will Vengeance seek for Love long lost
Through Hatred!