Wolf & Hatred Lyrics - Ulver

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 skilve i hans vr 

I uselt Haab om at Huus er nr 

End dig - 

Hvis Blod skald blifve hans strke Viin 

Oc Sil, hans hellige Trof 

Faafngt han lader dig gyde 

Ut dit Blod i Smertens Sin 

Saa du som dd ey Sofnloest kand 

Fortlde Frnder: "Ulven er ham!" 

Som Offer for Beistets Krav 

Dit Blod vild rende koldt som Bcl i Grav 

Gud er ey her, men Dden nr 

Oc hvert Secund som her 

Er undt dig - 

Skimrer i et dobbelt Skir 

Aff baade Liiv & Dd 

Rasende lader han Bliket binde 

Lfter 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