| Song | Wolf & Passion |
| Artist | Ulver |
| Album | The Mardrigal Of Night |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Uden Sorrig for det, som svandt | |
| Han drager paa nye & farlig | |
| F¦rd Hans eeneste | |
| Sorrig v¦re at han intet fandt | |
| Som vaer een | |
| Taare v¦rdt | |
| Til han Medynk saae | |
| I hendes èine, der alt | |
| Lius vaer tendt | |
| Der al Gl¦de snart vaer endt | |
| Slig een Pige hellig, vacker | |
| Det brustne | |
| Blik flacker | |
| Hun ki¦ndte | |
| Haabet brast | |
| Han viiger for bendes | |
| Blik Med een smertelig | |
| Mystik Fylder hende mod | |
| Hi¦rtenski¦r | |
| Med hendes | |
| Ild ligger sort & dèd | |
| Ondskab qvalte hver een | |
| Glèd Dend hviide | |
| Gloe, dend slukte han | |
| Men dend ha'r skabt een m¦cktig | |
| Brand Aff | |
| Had & Elskov & tungindigt | |
| Haab Nyfèdt b¦res | |
| Maanen Frem | |
| Ofver det | |
| Sind som her bleff rèfved | |
| Aff dend mèrcke, | |
| Magi paa hende èfved | |
| Med r¦dde | |
| Skrit. mod ham - | |
| Dybt berèrt: "Du Diefvlens Sendebud, som b¦rer Fryckt fra Mand til Brud, Du Menskehadets reene Styrkedrik, Du n¦ring for min Si¦l, som dèr; Gaae ey bort, o Skygge, fèr Ieg viiser Ki¦ndsler som ieg hafvde Angst For at n¦re fèr ieg bleff din Fangst" | |
| On he hunts with sorrow none | |
| For what hath passed is gone | |
| His sole regret the absence | |
| Of desires worthie his teares | |
| Until he saw pitie in her eyne | |
| Where all the light did shine | |
| And soone all joie should die | |
| Her glazed eyne did wander | |
| A mayden pure in grandeur | |
| Left alone & lost | |
| From her eyne he retreats | |
| Clad in mournfulle | |
| Mysterie He takes her heart in his | |
| But dark & dead is her light | |
| Evil took her fire's breath | |
| Her embers were by him devour'd | |
| And inside of him a fire buildes | |
| Of Hate & | |
| Love & Hope so sad | |
| The Moone comes forth | |
| Born anew above her | |
| Soule - Stolen here by the dark, | |
| Binding Magick of olde | |
| Frighten'd she nears him, | |
| And speakes: | |
| Thou, messenger of the | |
| Devil, Who brings fear into lovers' hearts, | |
| Thou, elixir to the hatred of men | |
| And air to my | |
| Soule, now dying; | |
| Leave me not, | |
| O shadow, | |
| Before I give myself away | |
| To these long denied desires, | |
| Thy gift to my dying heart |
| Uden Sorrig for det, som svandt | |
| Han drager paa nye farlig | |
| F rd Hans eeneste | |
| Sorrig v re at han intet fandt | |
| Som vaer een | |
| Taare v rdt | |
| Til han Medynk saae | |
| I hendes e ine, der alt | |
| Lius vaer tendt | |
| Der al Gl de snart vaer endt | |
| Slig een Pige hellig, vacker | |
| Det brustne | |
| Blik flacker | |
| Hun ki ndte | |
| Haabet brast | |
| Han viiger for bendes | |
| Blik Med een smertelig | |
| Mystik Fylder hende mod | |
| Hi rtenski r | |
| Med hendes | |
| Ild ligger sort de d | |
| Ondskab qvalte hver een | |
| Gle d Dend hviide | |
| Gloe, dend slukte han | |
| Men dend ha' r skabt een m cktig | |
| Brand Aff | |
| Had Elskov tungindigt | |
| Haab Nyfe dt b res | |
| Maanen Frem | |
| Ofver det | |
| Sind som her bleff re fved | |
| Aff dend me rcke, | |
| Magi paa hende e fved | |
| Med r dde | |
| Skrit. mod ham | |
| Dybt bere rt: " Du Diefvlens Sendebud, som b rer Fryckt fra Mand til Brud, Du Menskehadets reene Styrkedrik, Du n ring for min Si l, som de r Gaae ey bort, o Skygge, fe r Ieg viiser Ki ndsler som ieg hafvde Angst For at n re fe r ieg bleff din Fangst" | |
| On he hunts with sorrow none | |
| For what hath passed is gone | |
| His sole regret the absence | |
| Of desires worthie his teares | |
| Until he saw pitie in her eyne | |
| Where all the light did shine | |
| And soone all joie should die | |
| Her glazed eyne did wander | |
| A mayden pure in grandeur | |
| Left alone lost | |
| From her eyne he retreats | |
| Clad in mournfulle | |
| Mysterie He takes her heart in his | |
| But dark dead is her light | |
| Evil took her fire' s breath | |
| Her embers were by him devour' d | |
| And inside of him a fire buildes | |
| Of Hate | |
| Love Hope so sad | |
| The Moone comes forth | |
| Born anew above her | |
| Soule Stolen here by the dark, | |
| Binding Magick of olde | |
| Frighten' d she nears him, | |
| And speakes: | |
| Thou, messenger of the | |
| Devil, Who brings fear into lovers' hearts, | |
| Thou, elixir to the hatred of men | |
| And air to my | |
| Soule, now dying | |
| Leave me not, | |
| O shadow, | |
| Before I give myself away | |
| To these long denied desires, | |
| Thy gift to my dying heart |
| Uden Sorrig for det, som svandt | |
| Han drager paa nye farlig | |
| F rd Hans eeneste | |
| Sorrig v re at han intet fandt | |
| Som vaer een | |
| Taare v rdt | |
| Til han Medynk saae | |
| I hendes è ine, der alt | |
| Lius vaer tendt | |
| Der al Gl de snart vaer endt | |
| Slig een Pige hellig, vacker | |
| Det brustne | |
| Blik flacker | |
| Hun ki ndte | |
| Haabet brast | |
| Han viiger for bendes | |
| Blik Med een smertelig | |
| Mystik Fylder hende mod | |
| Hi rtenski r | |
| Med hendes | |
| Ild ligger sort dè d | |
| Ondskab qvalte hver een | |
| Glè d Dend hviide | |
| Gloe, dend slukte han | |
| Men dend ha' r skabt een m cktig | |
| Brand Aff | |
| Had Elskov tungindigt | |
| Haab Nyfè dt b res | |
| Maanen Frem | |
| Ofver det | |
| Sind som her bleff rè fved | |
| Aff dend mè rcke, | |
| Magi paa hende è fved | |
| Med r dde | |
| Skrit. mod ham | |
| Dybt berè rt: " Du Diefvlens Sendebud, som b rer Fryckt fra Mand til Brud, Du Menskehadets reene Styrkedrik, Du n ring for min Si l, som dè r Gaae ey bort, o Skygge, fè r Ieg viiser Ki ndsler som ieg hafvde Angst For at n re fè r ieg bleff din Fangst" | |
| On he hunts with sorrow none | |
| For what hath passed is gone | |
| His sole regret the absence | |
| Of desires worthie his teares | |
| Until he saw pitie in her eyne | |
| Where all the light did shine | |
| And soone all joie should die | |
| Her glazed eyne did wander | |
| A mayden pure in grandeur | |
| Left alone lost | |
| From her eyne he retreats | |
| Clad in mournfulle | |
| Mysterie He takes her heart in his | |
| But dark dead is her light | |
| Evil took her fire' s breath | |
| Her embers were by him devour' d | |
| And inside of him a fire buildes | |
| Of Hate | |
| Love Hope so sad | |
| The Moone comes forth | |
| Born anew above her | |
| Soule Stolen here by the dark, | |
| Binding Magick of olde | |
| Frighten' d she nears him, | |
| And speakes: | |
| Thou, messenger of the | |
| Devil, Who brings fear into lovers' hearts, | |
| Thou, elixir to the hatred of men | |
| And air to my | |
| Soule, now dying | |
| Leave me not, | |
| O shadow, | |
| Before I give myself away | |
| To these long denied desires, | |
| Thy gift to my dying heart |