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 Haab om at Huus er nr

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

Faafngt han dig gyde
Ut dit i Smertens Sin

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

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

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

lader han Bliket binde
Lfter dit i

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

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

In vein he thee shed
Thy bloode in Sea of Payne

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

Coldlie thy bloode shall
As through Graves below

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

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