Ulver - Hymn V: Of Wolf and the Moon Lyrics
I dende Nætters NatDer hun hafvde besættende Glød,Bar bleege Stjerner i sit Skiød,Hylder han hende med een SangDende Lidenskabens HymneVidner om det BaandSom nu invælderNatten in hand AandNår Stjernerne varsler GryeMod to-hornet SølvmaanenyeOc Soelen stiiger fremLig een Flamme, skiær & reenSom fra Faedres Offerbaal -Ustyrlig er da hans Sind!Skiænk kam saa nyt Lius aff dit Skin,Du, Satans Soel,Saa han kand jage tol BestandighedRegiære, i kold,Ufattbar MayestetPossesivelie She upon him shoneAdorned with dimme starsIn this Night of NightsHe hailes Her with a songThis hymne of PassionReminding of the BondBetween him and the NightAs they melt into oneWhen dawn draws nearAnd the Sunne ascendesLike a flame bright & pureFrom the bonfires of hereticsEcstatick, then, his Mind!Grant him thus Light anew,Thou, Sunne of SatanSo that he shall reigneThrough infiniteIn colde, inconceivable Majestie!