Interpret:

Ulver

Album:

The Madrigal Of The Night: Eight Hymnes To The Wolf In Man

I dende Nætters Nat
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!