Luyện nghe bài hát Wolf & Hatred

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

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

han lader dig gyde
Ut dit Blod i Sin

Saa du som dd ey Sofnloest
Frnder: "Ulven er ham!"

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

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

Rasende lader han binde
dit i Maaneskinnet

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

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

In vein he thee shed
Thy bloode in this Sea of

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

Coldlie thy shall flow
As streams Graves below

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

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