Ulver: The Madrigal Of The Night: Eight Hymnes To The Wolf In Man Lyrics

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Naar det klagede op mod hendes Skiaer
Fra Vintrens kolde Eensomhed
Da frycktede de at Vargen vaer nAŚr
Vakt vaer dends gamle Mayestet

Der vaer DA¸gn 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 MandeAŚt forsvandt
Paa dend hun lyser, han binder; oc Helveds Ulv,
Han drAŚber, medens Afgrunden brager
Forbandelsen er her visseligen

Aff Diefvlen han bleff skiAŚnked een Gave
Der ved Troldom favned han til Ulv
Ey vaer han lAŚnger 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

Ulvens Billeder hafver eengang
Til Hex & Diefvels Stolthed tienet -
Om Gudstroe vidnet, mA¸rck men mAŚcktig -
Ja med Grenser viide som dend Verden dend lA  A¸de

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, dA¸dstrett Jag

...Oc dend stoore, tridste Eensomhed
Vild A¸fve giengiAŚrd 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!

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 skiAŚlve i hans vAŚr
I uselt Haab om at Huus er nAŚr

End dig -
Hvis Blod skald blifve hans stAŚrke Viin
Oc SiAŚl, hans hellige TrofAŠ

FaafAŚngt han lader dig gyde
Ut dit Blod i Smertens Sin

Saa du som dA¸d ey Sofnloest kand
FortAŚlde FrAŚnder: "Ulven er ham!"

Som Offer for Beistets Krav
Dit Blod vild rende koldt som BAŚcl i Grav

Gud er ey her, men DA¸den nAŚr
Oc hvert Secund som her
Er undt dig -
Skimrer i et dobbelt SkiAŚr
Aff baade Liiv & DA¸d

Rasende lader han Bliket binde
LA¸fter 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

Da Trolddomen bleff hAŚved - & need
Paa Jorden han svAŚved: Da som nu
Vaer Jaget ved at lefve, ved at aande,
Ved hver BevAŚgelse saa stoor at nAŚsten
Dend vaer Smerte

Medens han gik omkring
Blandt Mennisker, vaer han skuffed fA¸rst:
I Liivets ydre vaer der intet Skifte
Lig det han hafvde fA¸lt i Ulvens Liiv

De trAŚller 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 KvAŚldens Farver, Nattens Aandedrag

For ingen GuderA¸st hafver nogensinde
Git Mennisket Svar paa hvem han skiulede
DAŚmon, Phantom & Varulv
Vaer kund Naffn paa det de aldrig kunde finde

End han -
I hans HiAŚrte: Een Affgrund tung
Som det sorte Hav
Der eldsker sine Dyb

Der -
SammenkrA¸get
I Vintrens Bund
FAŚlder han al deris GlAŚde,
Liiv, Mod & Haab

Maanen, stiigende paanye,
Hilser ham fra en sunken Himmel

...Oc ved den lydende Midnattssalme
Som Fryckt i Natten vAŚver
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

I dende NAŚtters Nat
Der hun hafvde besAŚttende GlA¸d,
Bar bleege Stjerner i sit SkiA¸d,
Hylder han hende med een Sang

Dende Lidenskabens Hymne
Vidner om det Baand
Som nu invAŚlder
Natten in hand Aand

NAĽr Stjernerne varsler Grye
Mod to-hornet SA¸lvmaanenye
Oc Soelen stiiger frem
Lig een Flamme, skiAŚr & reen
Som fra Faedres Offerbaal -

Ustyrlig er da hans Sind!
SkiAŚnk kam saa nyt Lius aff dit Skin,
Du, Satans Soel,

Saa han kand jage tol Bestandighed
RegiAŚre, 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!

Uden Sorrig for det, som svandt
Han drager paa nye & farlig FAŚrd
Hans eeneste Sorrig vAŚre at han intet fandt
Som vaer een Taare vAŚrdt

Til han Medynk saae
I hendes A¸ine, der alt Lius vaer tendt
Der al GlAŚde snart vaer endt
Slig een Pige hellig, vacker
Det brustne Blik flacker
Hun kiAŚndte Haabet brast

Han viiger for bendes Blik
Med een smertelig Mystik
Fylder hende mod HiAŚrtenskiAŚr

Med hendes Ild ligger sort & dA¸d
Ondskab qvalte hver een GlA¸d
Dend hviide Gloe, dend slukte han
Men dend ha'r skabt een mAŚcktig Brand
Aff Had & Elskov & tungindigt Haab

NyfA¸dt bAŚres Maanen Frem
Ofver det Sind som her bleff rA¸fved
Aff dend mA¸rcke,
Magi paa hende A¸fved

Med rAŚdde Skrit. mod ham -
Dybt berA¸rt:

"Du Diefvlens Sendebud,
som bAŚrer Fryckt fra Mand til Brud,
Du Menskehadets reene Styrkedrik,
Du nAŚring for min SiAŚl, som dA¸r;
Gaae ey bort, o Skygge, fA¸r
Ieg viiser KiAŚndsler som ieg hafvde Angst
For at nAŚre fA¸r 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

Nu har han ey meer sin Drackt
Saa rA¸d som Viin & Blod
Fro Viin & Blod vaer paa hans Haand
Ved SAŚngen 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

Hafvde KiAŚrlighed lAŚnkelagt
Dend utAŚmmede Mackt?

Han glemmer det han legger dA¸d
Ingen Minder stiiger fra Graven brat
Ingen Anger gliider giennem SiAŚlens Nat

Med Ydmyghedens Taarer smigrede hun
Dend Guddom som hun hadete medens hun frycktede

Hendes VAŚsen, lig et Lam
Gik ham ey forbi
For hun hafde rA¸rt ved ham
A˜fved sin Magi

Uagtet disse SiAŚle tvende
Een hafvde at ende

Nye Smerte klinger frem aff gammel Klage
Tragoedie aff uaffbrudne Dage

Ukuelig, dend TA¸rst
Hinsidigt, det BegiAŚr

Nu drev han yr &map gal
I sorthiAŚrtet Kval

Vintrens kulde
Snart tilfulde
- oc hans LAŚngsel
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