Wolf & Man Lyrics

Song	Wolf & Man
Artist	Ulver
Album	The Mardrigal Of Night
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	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

	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 fe rst:
	I Liivets ydre vaer der intet
	Skifte Lig det han hafvde fe lt 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
	Gudere st 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
	Sammenkre get
	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

	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 fè rst:
	I Liivets ydre vaer der intet
	Skifte Lig det han hafvde fè lt 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
	Guderè st 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
	Sammenkrè get
	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

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