Dend ut¦mmede Mackt?
Han glemmer det han legger dèd
Ingen Minder stiiger fra Graven brat
Ingen Anger gliider giennem Si¦lens Nat
Med Ydmyghedens Taarer smigrede hun
Dend Guddom som hun hadete medens hun frycktede
Hendes V¦sen, lig et Lam
Gik ham ey forbi
For hun hafde rèrt ved ham
˜fved sin Magi
Uagtet disse Si¦le tvende
Een hafvde at ende
Nye Smerte klinger frem aff gammel Klage
Tragoedie aff uaffbrudne Dage
Ukuelig, dend Tèrst
Hinsidigt, det Begi¦r
Nu drev han yr &map gal
I sorthi¦rtet Kval
Vintrens kulde
Snart tilfulde
- oc hans L¦ngsel
Mod een Vinternat
Ulven vandrer eene
Had Love fetter'd this force of free?
What he leaves dead, he forgets
No memories arise from the grave,
No anger glides through the night of Soules
With humble tears she flatter'd
The Divinitie shes hated and fear'd
Her lamb-like nature
Left him not untouch'd
By Magick she was bound
To the Beast within him
These Soules twain
Enforced one's end
Payne anew from woe of olde
A Tragedie of endless dayes
Insatiable, the thirst
Inconceivable, the lust
Wild & mad he hunts
In anguish black at heart
The winter's colde
Soone fulfill'd
- And his yearning
Towards a winter's night
Wandering alone,
The Wolf
