Текст песни Ulver - Hymn VIII: Of Wolf And The Night

Hafvde Kirlighed lnkelagt
Dend utmmede Mackt?

Han glemmer det han legger dd
Ingen Minder stiiger fra Graven brat
Ingen Anger gliider giennem Silens Nat

Med Ydmyghedens Taarer smigrede hun
Dend Guddom som hun hadete medens hun frycktede

Hendes Vsen, lig et Lam
Gik ham ey forbi
For hun hafde rrt ved ham
fved sin Magi

Uagtet disse Sile tvende
Een hafvde at ende

Nye Smerte klinger frem aff gammel Klage
Tragoedie aff uaffbrudne Dage

Ukuelig, dend Trst
Hinsidigt, det Begir

Nu drev han yr &map gal
I sorthirtet Kval

Vintrens kulde
Snart tilfulde
- oc hans Lngsel
Mod een Vinternat
Ulven vandrer eene

Had Love fetter'd this force of free?

What he leaves dead, he forgets
No memories arise from the grave,
No anger glides through the night of Soules

With humble tears she flatter'd
The Divinitie shes hated and fear'd

Her lamb-like nature
Left him not untouch'd
By Magick she was bound
To the Beast within him

These Soules twain
Enforced one's end

Payne anew from woe of olde
A Tragedie of endless dayes

Insatiable, the thirst
Inconceivable, the lust

Wild & mad he hunts
In anguish black at heart

The winter's colde
Soone fulfill'd
- And his yearning
Towards a winter's night

Wandering alone,
The Wolf