Hymn 5 - Wolf And The Moon I dende Naetters Nat Der hun hafvde besaettende Glod, Bar bleege Stjerner i sit Skiod, Hylder han hende med een Sang Dende Lidenskabens Hymne Vidner om det Baand Som nu invaelder Natten in hand Aand Nar Stjernerne varsler Grye Mod to-hornet Solvmaanenye Oc Soelen stiiger frem Lig een Flamme, skiaer & reen Som fra Faedres Offerbaal - Ustyrlig er da hans Sind! Skiaenk kam saa nyt Lius aff dit Skin, Du, Satans Soel, Saa han kand jage tol Bestandighed Regiaere, i kold, Ufattbar Mayestet Possesivelie She upon him shone Adorned with dimme stars In this Night of Nights He hailes Her with a song This hymne of Passion Reminding of the Bond Between him and the Night As they melt into one When dawn draws near And the Sunne ascendes Like a flame bright & pure From the bonfires of heretics Ecstatick, then, his Mind! Grant him thus Light anew, Thou, Sunne of Satan So that he shall reigne Through infinite In colde, inconceivable Majestie! |