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 f�rst:
I Liivets ydre vaer der intet Skifte
Lig det han hafvde f�lt i Ulvens Liiv
De tr�ller under ham They fear him,
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 Guder�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 -
Sammenkr�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 fromme atter falme
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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
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 f�rst:
I Liivets ydre vaer der intet Skifte
Lig det han hafvde f�lt i Ulvens Liiv
De tr�ller under ham They fear him,
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 Guder�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 -
Sammenkr�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 fromme 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