Hymn 6 - Wolf And Passion
Uden Sorrig for det, som svandt
Han drager paa nye & farlig Faerd
Hans eeneste Sorrig vaere at han intet fandt
Som vaer een Taare vaerdt
Til han Medynk saae
I hendes oine, der alt Lius vaer tendt
Der al Glaede snart vaer endt
Slig een Pige hellig, vacker
Det brustne Blik flacker
Hun kiaendte Haabet brast
Han viiger for bendes Blik
Med een smertelig Mystik
Fylder hende mod Hiaertenskiaer
Med hendes Ild ligger sort & dod
Ondskab qvalte hver een Glod
Dend hviide Gloe, dend slukte han
Men dend ha'r skabt een maecktig Brand
Aff Had & Elskov & tungindigt Haab
Nyfodt baeres Maanen Frem
Ofver det Sind som her bleff rofved
Aff dend morcke,
Magi paa hende ofved
Med raedde Skrit. mod ham -
Dybt berort:
"Du Diefvlens Sendebud,
som baerer Fryckt fra Mand til Brud,
Du Menskehadets reene Styrkedrik,
Du naering for min Siael, som dor;
Gaae ey bort, o Skygge, for
Ieg viiser Kiaendsler som ieg hafvde Angst
For at naere for ieg bleff din Fangst"
On he hunts with sorrow none
For what hath passed is gone
His sole regret the absence
Of desires worthie his teares
Until he saw pitie in her eyne
Where all the light did shine
And soone all joie should die
Her glazed eyne did wander
A mayden pure in grandeur
Left alone & lost
From her eyne he retreats
Clad in mournfulle Mysterie
He takes her heart in his
But dark & dead is her light
Evil took her fire's breath
Her embers were by him devour'd
And inside of him a fire buildes
Of Hate & Love & Hope so sad
The Moone comes forth
Born anew above her Soule -
Stolen here by the dark,
Binding Magick of olde
Frighten'd she nears him,
And speakes:
Thou, messenger of the Devil,
Who brings fear into lovers' hearts,
Thou, elixir to the hatred of men
And air to my Soule, now dying;
Leave me not, O shadow,
Before I give myself away
To these long denied desires,
Thy gift to my dying heart
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