Song | Hymne V - Wolf And The Moon |
Artist | Ulver |
Album | Nattens Madrigal |
作词 : Garm, Savard | |
I dende Nætters Nat Possesivelie | |
Der hun hafvde besættende Glød, | |
Bar bleege Stjerner i sit Skiød, | |
Hylder han hende med een Sang | |
Dende Lidenskabens Hymne | |
Vidner om det Baand | |
Som nu invælder | |
Natten in hand Aand | |
Når Stjernerne varsler Grye | |
Mod to-hornet Sølvmaanenye | |
Oc Soelen stiiger frem | |
Lig een Flamme, skiær & reen | |
Som fra Faedres Offerbaal - | |
Ustyrlig er da hans Sind! | |
Skiænk kam saa nyt Lius aff dit Skin, | |
Du, Satans Soel, | |
Saa han kand jage tol Bestandighed | |
Regiære, 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! |
zuò cí : Garm, Savard | |
I dende N tters Nat Possesivelie | |
Der hun hafvde bes ttende Gl d, | |
Bar bleege Stjerner i sit Ski d, | |
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 tohornet S lvmaanenye | |
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! |