Luyện nghe bài hát Wolf & Hatred

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

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

han lader dig gyde
Ut dit i Smertens Sin

Saa du som dd ey Sofnloest
Frnder: "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 baade & Dd

lader han Bliket binde
Lfter dit i

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

And -
Whose strong wine 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 through Graves below

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

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