Luyện nghe bài hát Wolf & Hatred

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

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

Faafngt han dig gyde
Ut dit i Smertens Sin

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

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

Gud er ey her, men nr
Oc hvert som her
Er dig -
Skimrer i et dobbelt
Aff Liiv & Dd

Rasende lader han binde
Lfter dit i

O in this infernal Night
Believe not his Hate will spare
His shall be no one
But -
Who shall tremble when he is
In foolish for shelter

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

In vein he thee shed
Thy bloode in this Sea of

Then shalt not haunt thine friends
"The Wolf is he!"

Coldlie thy bloode flow
As streams through below

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

Fool, art prostrate
By the eyne of his
Lifted
Rapt in