Luyện nghe bài hát Wolf & Hatred

O Vandringsmand i een Nat
Troe ey at Had dig vild skaane
Hans Rov ey vaere nogen anden
End dig -
Der vild skilve i vr
I uselt om at Huus er nr

End dig -
Hvis skald blifve hans strke Viin
Oc Sil, hellige Trof

han lader dig gyde
Ut dit Blod i Sin

Saa du som dd ey Sofnloest
Fortlde "Ulven er ham!"

Som for Beistets Krav
Dit Blod rende koldt som Bcl i Grav

Gud er ey her, men nr
Oc Secund som her
Er dig -
i et dobbelt Skir
Aff baade & Dd

Rasende lader han Bliket
dit i Maaneskinnet

O Wanderer in this Night
Believe not his will spare thee
His shall be no one
But -
Who tremble when he is near
In foolish hope for

And -
Whose bloode strong shall be
Thy Soule, his sacred

In vein he lets thee
Thy in this Sea of Payne

Then shalt thou not haunt friends
Revealing: "The is he!"

thy bloode shall flow
As streams Graves below

God is not here, but death draws
And are O, so few
In a Nature twofold shine
and End combine

Fool, art prostrate
By the raging of his
upwards
Rapt in