Wolf & The Devil

	Ulvens Billeder hafver eengang
	Til Hex &
	Diefvels Stolthed tienet -
	Om Gudstroe vidnet, mèrck men m¦cktig -
	Ja med Grenser viide som dend
	Verden dend l ède
	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, dèdstrett
	Jag ...Oc dend stoore, tridste
	Eensomhed
	Vild èfve giengi¦rd 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!

	Ulvens Billeder hafver eengang
	Til Hex
	Diefvels Stolthed tienet
	Om Gudstroe vidnet, mè rck men m cktig
	Ja med Grenser viide som dend
	Verden dend l è de
	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, dè dstrett
	Jag ... Oc dend stoore, tridste
	Eensomhed
	Vild è fve giengi rd 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!