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 i hans vr
I uselt om at Huus er nr

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

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 koldt som Bcl i

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

lader han Bliket binde
Lfter dit i

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

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

In vein he lets shed
Thy in this Sea of Payne

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

Coldlie thy bloode flow
As through Graves below

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

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