Wolf & Passion

Song Wolf & Passion
Artist Ulver
Album The Mardrigal Of Night

Lyrics

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

Pinyin

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