Da Trolddomen hved - & need Paa han svved: Da som nu Jaget ved at lefve, ved at aande, Ved hver saa stoor at nsten Dend Smerte
Medens han gik Mennisker, vaer han skuffed frst: I Liivets ydre vaer der intet Lig det han flt i Ulvens Liiv
De under ham Med at troskyldig ham, Een Krafft aff Natur, Som uden Selfbedrag
Han useet blandt dem, streifer i sit Jag Lig Farver, Nattens Aandedrag
For ingen Guderst hafver Git Mennisket Svar paa hvem han Dmon, Phantom & Vaer kund Naffn paa det de aldrig finde
End han - I hans Een Affgrund tung Som det Hav Der sine Dyb
Der - I Vintrens Flder han al Glde, Liiv, Mod &
Maanen, paanye, ham fra en sunken Himmel
...Oc ved den lydende Som i Natten vver Skald de atter falme
The spell did and gave release To hours Mankynde But then, as now, the Of living, breathing, yea move A burden payn
he was As he with men On the surface of - no change No change as the within
fear him, these fooles A pure, nature unveil'd sans delusion
Amongst them he walks Like a if Twilight The of Night
No voice of God did Man what He did & Phantom, Daemon & Beast - Mere names to what they fear'd
But he - In his An abyss unfathomable As teh sea Which loves its
- An shadow crawling O'er the wintry All Hope, & Life he slayes
The Moone, anew, Bids him from a waning sky
... And by the Of his psalme shall be harvest agayn From the Pious of men