Hymne VI - Wolf And Passion Lyrics

Song	Hymne VI - Wolf And Passion
Artist	Ulver
Album	Nattens Madrigal
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	作词 : Garm, Savard
	Uden Sorrig for det, som svandt
	Han drager paa nye & farlig Færd
	Hans eeneste Sorrig være at han intet fandt
	Som vaer een Taare værdt
	Til han Medynk saae
	I hendes øine, der alt Lius vaer tendt
	Der al Glæde snart vaer endt
	Slig een Pige hellig, vacker
	Det brustne Blik flacker
	Hun kiændte
	Han viiger for bendes Blik
	Med een smertelig Mystik
	Fylder hende mod Hiærtenskiær
	Med hendes Ild ligger sort & død
	Ondskab qvalte hver een Glød
	Dend hviide Gloe, dend slukte han
	Men dend ha'r skabt een mæcktig Brand
	Aff Had & Elskov & tungindigt Haab
	Nyfødt bæres Maanen Frem
	Ofver det Sind som her bleff røfved
	Aff dend mørcke,
	Magi paa hende øfved
	Med rædde Skrit. mod ham -
	Dybt berørt:
	"Du Diefvlens Sendebud,
	som bærer Fryckt fra Mand til Brud,
	Du Menskehadets reene Styrkedrik,
	Du næring for min Siæl, som dør;
	Gaae ey bort, o Skygge, før
	Ieg viiser Kiændsler som ieg hafvde Angst
	For at nære før 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

	zuo ci : Garm, Savard
	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 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
	Han viiger for bendes Blik
	Med een smertelig Mystik
	Fylder hende mod Hi rtenski r
	Med hendes Ild ligger sort d d
	Ondskab qvalte hver een Gl d
	Dend hviide Gloe, dend slukte han
	Men dend ha' r skabt een m cktig Brand
	Aff Had Elskov tungindigt Haab
	Nyf dt b res Maanen Frem
	Ofver det Sind som her bleff r fved
	Aff dend m rcke,
	Magi paa hende fved
	Med r dde Skrit. mod ham
	Dybt ber rt:
	" Du Diefvlens Sendebud,
	som b rer Fryckt fra Mand til Brud,
	Du Menskehadets reene Styrkedrik,
	Du n ring for min Si l, som d r
	Gaae ey bort, o Skygge, f r
	Ieg viiser Ki ndsler som ieg hafvde Angst
	For at n re f 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

	zuò cí : Garm, Savard
	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 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
	Han viiger for bendes Blik
	Med een smertelig Mystik
	Fylder hende mod Hi rtenski r
	Med hendes Ild ligger sort d d
	Ondskab qvalte hver een Gl d
	Dend hviide Gloe, dend slukte han
	Men dend ha' r skabt een m cktig Brand
	Aff Had Elskov tungindigt Haab
	Nyf dt b res Maanen Frem
	Ofver det Sind som her bleff r fved
	Aff dend m rcke,
	Magi paa hende fved
	Med r dde Skrit. mod ham
	Dybt ber rt:
	" Du Diefvlens Sendebud,
	som b rer Fryckt fra Mand til Brud,
	Du Menskehadets reene Styrkedrik,
	Du n ring for min Si l, som d r
	Gaae ey bort, o Skygge, f r
	Ieg viiser Ki ndsler som ieg hafvde Angst
	For at n re f 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

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