Luyện nghe bài hát Wolf & Hatred

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

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

han lader dig gyde
Ut dit Blod i Sin

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

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

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

Rasende lader han binde
dit i Maaneskinnet

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

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

In he lets thee shed
Thy bloode in this Sea of

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

Coldlie thy bloode flow
As through Graves below

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

Fool, thou art
By the eyne of his
upwards
Rapt in