Da Trolddomen bleff hved need Paa Jorden han svved Da som nu Vaer Jaget ved at lefve, ved at aande, Ved hver Bevgelse saa stoor at nsten Dend vaer Smerte Medens han gik omkring Blandt Mennisker, vaer han skuffed frst I Liivets ydre vaer der intet Skifte Lig det han hafvde flt i Ulvens Liiv De trller 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 Kvldens Farver, Nattens Aandedrag For ingen Guderst hafver nogensinde Git Mennisket Svar paa hvem han skiulede Dmon, Phantom Varulv Vaer kund Naffn paa det de aldrig kunde finde End han I hans Hirte Een Affgrund tung Som det sorte Hav Der eldsker sine Dyb Der Sammenkrget I Vintrens Bund Flder han al deris Glde, Liiv, Mod Haab Maanen, stiigende paanye, Hilser ham fra en sunken Himmel ...Oc ved den lydende Midnattssalme Som Fryckt i Natten vver 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 evrie move A burden approaching payn Disheartend he was As he wanderd with men On the surface of life no change No change as the Beast within They fear him, these fooles A power pure, nature unveild 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 feard But he In his heart An abyss unfathomable As teh blackend sea Which loves its deeps There An animal shadow crawling Oer 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
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