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N a t t e n s M a d r i g a l
A a t e H y m n e t i l U l v e n i M a n d e n
T h e M a d r i g a l o f t h e N i g h t
E i g h t H y m n e s t o t h e W o l f i n M a n
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I. Wolf & Fear
Snacket blandt Folck vaer til Bestandighed
Om Fuldmaanens Vee & Grue
Naar det klagede op mod hendes Skiaer
Fra Vintrens kolde Eensomhed
Da frycktede de at Vargen vaer nær
Vakt vaer dends gamle Mayestet
Der vaer Døgn da nogen meenede at hafve seet
I hendes Lius, som han splidder med dend
Skygge som han spreer,
Skyggen aff een ukiend Mackt
Der dend hylede mod sin Gud i infernaldsk Prackt
Dende Diefvels Herold, han herjede
Fra Kandt til Kandt, & mange aff Mandeæt forsvandt
Paa dend hun lyser, han binder; oc Helveds Ulv,
Han dræber, medens Afgrunden brager
Forbandelsen er her visseligen
Aff Diefvlen han bleff skiænked een Gave
Der ved Troldom favned han til Ulv
Ey vaer han længer een Guds Slave
Der ved Midnat vandred ofver hule Grave
Amongst men words went
Of the Full Moone's woe.
When a dirge did rise to Her skylit eye
>From the lone winter's colde
They fear'd that the wolf was nigh
Awakened its Majestie of olde
Nights did pass when men claim'd the saw
In Her light that he splits
with the shadow he casts
The shadow of a force unknown
Howling at its God in splendoure infernall
This Devil's Herolde, he hunted the land
And many a man disappear'd
Where She shines, he binds; the Wolf of Hell
He kills o'ver the rumbling Abyss
The Curse is certayne
The Beast below bestowed on him a gift
And by Magick he to wolf was bound
No more was he a slave to God
At midnight treading on hollow grave
II. Wolf & the Devil
Ulvens Billeder hafver eengang
Til Hex & Diefvels Stolthed tienet -
Om Gudstroe vidnet, mørck men mæcktig -
Ja med Grenser viide som dend Verden dend là øde
Satan skabede det som for deris Bilk
Blifver ofverjordisk - Han er slik,
Een Mand i Ulveham
Self Vinden er een Tiener i hans Haand
Oc Eevigheden - hans gaadefulde Aand
Paa ham een Stoorhed som een Krone Pan fordum bar
Han hungrer giennem Eevighed -
Sinnker om han grim & sort
Een Tragoedie kund for dend som veed
Han tager sig frem baade Nat & Dag
I et eevig, dødstrett Jag
...Oc dend stoore, tridste Eensomhed
Vild øfve giengiærd for dend tabte Kiaerlighed -
I Had!
The images of Wolf once served
The Pride of Witch and Devil -
Witnessed a dark, yet mightie Faith -
With boundaries wide as the world it layd waste
Satan did create
What to their eyne Celestial is -
And so he is
A man in Wolfskin clad
To his hands, e'en the Wind is Servant
And Eternitie - his enigmatick Spirit
Around him a Majestie
like Pan his Crowne of olde
He hungers through Eternitie -
Immersed in a Tragedie dark and colde
Knowne onlie to the Initiated
Through Day and Night he moves
In an eternall, wearie chase
...And this Solitude so greate and sad
Will Vengeance seek for Love long lost
Through Hatred!
III. Wolf & Hatred
O Vandringsmand i een forbandet Nat
Troe ey at hans Had dig vild skaane
Hans Rov vild ey vaere nogen anden
End dig -
Der vild skiælve i hans vær
I uselt Haab om at Huus er nær
End dig -
Hvis Blod skald blifve hans stærke Viin
Oc Siæl, hans hellige Trofé
Faafængt han lader dig gyde
Ut dit Blod i Smertens Sin
Saa du som død ey Sofnloest kand
Fortælde Frænder: "Ulven er ham!"
Som Offer for Beistets Krav
Dit Blod vild rende koldt som Bæcl i Grav
Gud er ey her, men Døden nær
Oc hvert Secund som her
Er undt dig -
Skimrer i et dobbelt Skiær
Aff baade Liiv & Død
Rasende lader han Bliket binde
Løfter dit i Maaneskinnet
O Wanderer in this infernal Night
Believe not his Hate will spare thee
His prey shall be no one
But thee -
Who shall tremble when he is near
In foolish hope for shelter
And thou -
Whose bloode strong wine shall be
Thy Soule, his sacred Trophie
In vein he lets thee shed
Thy bloode in this Sea of Payne
Then shalt thou not haunt thine friends
Revealing: "The Wolf is he!"
Coldlie thy bloode shall flow
As streams through Graves below
God is not here, but death draws near
And secondes are O, so few
In a Nature twofold they shine
Beginning and End combine
Fool, thou art prostrate
By the raging eyne of his
Lifted upwards
Rapt in Moonshine
IV. Wolf & Man
Da Trolddomen bleff hæved - & need
Paa Jorden han svæved: Da som nu
Vaer Jaget ved at lefve, ved at aande,
Ved hver Bevægelse saa stoor at næsten
Dend vaer Smerte
Medens han gik omkring
Blandt Mennisker, vaer han skuffed først:
I Liivets ydre vaer der intet Skifte
Lig det han hafvde følt i Ulvens Liiv
De træller under ham
Med at troskyldig Sind
Fryckter ham,
Een Krafft aff sand Natur,
Som Sanser uden Selfbedrag
Han gliider useet blandt dem, streifer i sit Jag
Lig Kvældens Farver, Nattens Aandedrag
For ingen Guderøst hafver nogensinde
Git Mennisket Svar paa hvem han skiulede
Dæmon, Phantom & Varulv
Vaer kund Naffn paa det de aldrig kunde finde
End han -
I hans Hiærte: Een Affgrund tung
Som det sorte Hav
Der eldsker sine Dyb
Der -
Sammenkrøget
I Vintrens Bund
Fælder han al deris Glæde,
Liiv, Mod & Haab
Maanen, stiigende paanye,
Hilser ham fra en sunken Himmel
...Oc ved den lydende Midnattssalme
Som Fryckt i Natten væver
Skald de ffromme atter falme
The spell did breake and gave release
To hours amongst Mankynde
But then, as now, the strayn
Of living, breathing, yea ev'rie move
A burden approaching payn
Dishearten'd he was
As he wander'd with men
On the surface of life - no change
No change as the Beast within
They fear him, these fooles
A power pure, nature unveil'd
Perception sans delusion
Amongst them he walks unseen
Like a tint if Twilight
The breath of Night
No voice of God did tell
Man what He did hide
Werewolf & Phantom, Daemon & Beast -
Mere names given to what they fear'd
But he -
In his heart: An abyss unfathomable
As teh blacken'd sea
Which loves its deeps
There -
An animal shadow crawling
O'er the wintry soil
All Hope, Joie & Life he slayes
The Moone, rising anew,
Bids him welcome from a waning sky
... And by the sounding
Of his midnight psalme
Feare shall be harvest agayn
>From the Pious hearts of men
V. Wolf & the Moon
I dende Nætters Nat
Der hun hafvde besættende Glød,
Bar bleege Stjerner i sit Skiød,
Hylder han hende med een Sang
Dende Lidenskabens Hymne
Vidner om det Baand
Som nu invælder
Natten in hand Aand
Når Stjernerne varsler Grye
Mod to-hornet Sølvmaanenye
Oc Soelen stiiger frem
Lig een Flamme, skiær & reen
Som fra Faedres Offerbaal -
Ustyrlig er da hans Sind!
Skiænk kam saa nyt Lius aff dit Skin,
Du, Satans Soel,
Saa han kand jage tol Bestandighed
Regiære, 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!
VI. Wolf & Passion
Uden Sorrig for det, som svandt
Han drager paa nye & farlig Færd
Hans eeneste Sorrig være at han intet fandt
Som vaer een Taare værdt
Til han Medynk saae
I hendes øine, der alt Lius vaer tendt
Der al Glæde snart vaer endt
Slig een Pige hellig, vacker
Det brustne Blik flacker
Hun kiændte Haabet brast
Han viiger for bendes Blik
Med een smertelig Mystik
Fylder hende mod Hiærtenskiær
Med hendes Ild ligger sort & død
Ondskab qvalte hver een Glød
Dend hviide Gloe, dend slukte han
Men dend ha'r skabt een mæcktig Brand
Aff Had & Elskov & tungindigt Haab
Nyfødt bæres Maanen Frem
Ofver det Sind som her bleff røfved
Aff dend mørcke,
Magi paa hende øfved
Med rædde Skrit. mod ham -
Dybt berørt:
"Du Diefvlens Sendebud,
som bærer Fryckt fra Mand til Brud,
Du Menskehadets reene Styrkedrik,
Du næring for min Siæl, som dør;
Gaae ey bort, o Skygge, før
Ieg viiser Kiændsler som ieg hafvde Angst
For at nære før 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
VII. Wolf & Destiny
Nu har han ey meer sin Drackt
Saa rød som Viin & Blod
Fro Viin & Blod vaer paa hans Haand
Ved Sængen der han stood
Hos Liiget aff sin elskede
Dend Stund man fandt de to
No more he wore his constume
Red as bloode & wine
For wine & bloode was on his hands
As he stoode by her bed and corpse
When the two of them were found
VIII. Wolf & the Night
Hafvde Kiærlighed lænkelagt
Dend utæmmede Mackt?
Han glemmer det han legger død
Ingen Minder stiiger fra Graven brat
Ingen Anger gliider giennem Siælens Nat
Med Ydmyghedens Taarer smigrede hun
Dend Guddom som hun hadete medens hun frycktede
Hendes Væsen, lig et Lam
Gik ham ey forbi
For hun hafde rørt ved ham
Øfved sin Magi
Uagtet disse Siæle tvende
Een hafvde at ende
Nye Smerte klinger frem aff gammel Klage
Tragoedie aff uaffbrudne Dage
Ukuelig, dend Tørst
Hinsidigt, det Begiær
Nu drev han yr &map gal
I sorthiærtet Kval
Vintrens kulde
Snart tilfulde
- oc hans Længsel
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
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