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 |