歌曲 | Wolf & The Moon |
歌手 | Ulver |
专辑 | The Mardrigal Of Night |
I dende N¦tters | |
Nat Der hun hafvde bes¦ttende | |
Glèd, Bar bleege | |
Stjerner i sit | |
Skièd, Hylder han hende med een | |
Sang Dende | |
Lidenskabens | |
Hymne Vidner om det | |
Baand Som nu inv¦lder | |
Natten in hand | |
Aand N¥r Stjernerne varsler | |
Grye Mod to-hornet | |
Sèlvmaanenye | |
Oc Soelen stiiger frem | |
Lig een Flamme, ski¦r & reen | |
Som fra Faedres | |
Offerbaal - | |
Ustyrlig er da hans | |
Sind! Ski¦nk kam saa nyt | |
Lius aff dit | |
Skin, Du, | |
Satans Soel, | |
Saa han kand jage tol | |
Bestandighed | |
Regi¦re, 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! |
I dende N tters | |
Nat Der hun hafvde bes ttende | |
Glè d, Bar bleege | |
Stjerner i sit | |
Skiè d, Hylder han hende med een | |
Sang Dende | |
Lidenskabens | |
Hymne Vidner om det | |
Baand Som nu inv lder | |
Natten in hand | |
Aand N r Stjernerne varsler | |
Grye Mod tohornet | |
Sè lvmaanenye | |
Oc Soelen stiiger frem | |
Lig een Flamme, ski r reen | |
Som fra Faedres | |
Offerbaal | |
Ustyrlig er da hans | |
Sind! Ski nk kam saa nyt | |
Lius aff dit | |
Skin, Du, | |
Satans Soel, | |
Saa han kand jage tol | |
Bestandighed | |
Regi re, 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! |