I dende N¦tters 
Nat Der hun hafvde bes¦ttende 
Glèd, Bar bleege 
Stjerner i sit 
Skièd, Hylder han hende med een 
Sang Dende 
Lidenskabens 
Hymne Vidner om det 
Baand Som nu inv¦lder 
Natten in hand 
Aand N¥r Stjernerne varsler 
Grye Mod to-hornet 
Sèlvmaanenye 
Oc Soelen stiiger frem 
Lig een Flamme, ski¦r & reen 
Som fra Faedres 
Offerbaal - 
Ustyrlig er da hans 
Sind! Ski¦nk kam saa nyt 
Lius aff dit 
Skin, Du, 
Satans Soel, 
Saa han kand jage tol 
Bestandighed 
Regi¦re, i kold, 
Ufattbar Mayestet 
Possesivelie 
She upon him shone 
Adorned with dimme stars 
In this Night of 
Nights He hailes 
Her with a song 
This hymne of 
Passion Reminding of the 
Bond Between him and the 
Night As they melt into one 
When dawn draws near 
And the Sunne ascendes 
Like a flame bright & pure 
From the bonfires of heretics 
Ecstatick, then, his 
Mind! Grant him thus 
Light anew, 
Thou, Sunne of 
Satan So that he shall reigne 
Through infinite 
In colde, inconceivable 
Majestie!