Da Trolddomen bleff h¦ved - & need
Paa Jorden han sv¦ved: Da som nu
Vaer Jaget ved at lefve, ved at aande,
Ved hver Bev¦gelse saa stoor at n¦sten
Dend vaer Smerte

Medens han gik omkring
Blandt Mennisker, vaer han skuffed fèrst:
I Liivets ydre vaer der intet Skifte
Lig det han hafvde fèlt i Ulvens Liiv

De tr¦ller 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 Kv¦ldens Farver, Nattens Aandedrag

For ingen Guderèst hafver nogensinde
Git Mennisket Svar paa hvem han skiulede
D¦mon, Phantom & [bad word] Vaer kund Naffn paa det de aldrig kunde finde

End han -
I hans Hi¦rte: Een [bad word] tung
Som det sorte Hav
Der eldsker sine Dyb

Der -
Sammenkrèget
I Vintrens Bund
F¦lder han al deris Gl¦de,
Liiv, Mod & Haab

Maanen, stiigende paanye,
Hilser ham fra en sunken Himmel

...Oc ved den lydende Midnattssalme
Som Fryckt i Natten v¦ver
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
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
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 [bad word] from a waning sky

... And by the sounding
Of his midnight psalme
Feare shall be harvest agayn
From the Pious hearts of men