Wolf & Passion 歌词

歌曲	Wolf & Passion
歌手	Ulver
专辑	The Mardrigal Of Night
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	Uden Sorrig for det, som svandt
	Han drager paa nye & farlig
	F¦rd Hans eeneste
	Sorrig v¦re at han intet fandt
	Som vaer een
	Taare v¦rdt
	Til han Medynk saae
	I hendes èine, der alt
	Lius vaer tendt
	Der al Gl¦de snart vaer endt
	Slig een Pige hellig, vacker
	Det brustne
	Blik flacker
	Hun ki¦ndte
	Haabet brast
	Han viiger for bendes
	Blik Med een smertelig
	Mystik Fylder hende mod
	Hi¦rtenski¦r
	Med hendes
	Ild ligger sort & dèd
	Ondskab qvalte hver een
	Glèd Dend hviide
	Gloe, dend slukte han
	Men dend ha'r skabt een m¦cktig
	Brand Aff
	Had & Elskov & tungindigt
	Haab Nyfèdt b¦res
	Maanen Frem
	Ofver det
	Sind som her bleff rèfved
	Aff dend mèrcke,
	Magi paa hende èfved
	Med r¦dde
	Skrit. mod ham -
	Dybt berèrt: "Du Diefvlens Sendebud, som b¦rer Fryckt fra Mand til Brud, Du Menskehadets reene Styrkedrik, Du n¦ring for min Si¦l, som dèr; Gaae ey bort, o Skygge, fèr Ieg viiser Ki¦ndsler som ieg hafvde Angst For at n¦re fèr 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

	Uden Sorrig for det, som svandt
	Han drager paa nye farlig
	F rd Hans eeneste
	Sorrig v re at han intet fandt
	Som vaer een
	Taare v rdt
	Til han Medynk saae
	I hendes e ine, der alt
	Lius vaer tendt
	Der al Gl de snart vaer endt
	Slig een Pige hellig, vacker
	Det brustne
	Blik flacker
	Hun ki ndte
	Haabet brast
	Han viiger for bendes
	Blik Med een smertelig
	Mystik Fylder hende mod
	Hi rtenski r
	Med hendes
	Ild ligger sort de d
	Ondskab qvalte hver een
	Gle d Dend hviide
	Gloe, dend slukte han
	Men dend ha' r skabt een m cktig
	Brand Aff
	Had Elskov tungindigt
	Haab Nyfe dt b res
	Maanen Frem
	Ofver det
	Sind som her bleff re fved
	Aff dend me rcke,
	Magi paa hende e fved
	Med r dde
	Skrit. mod ham
	Dybt bere rt: " Du Diefvlens Sendebud, som b rer Fryckt fra Mand til Brud, Du Menskehadets reene Styrkedrik, Du n ring for min Si l, som de r Gaae ey bort, o Skygge, fe r Ieg viiser Ki ndsler som ieg hafvde Angst For at n re fe 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

	Uden Sorrig for det, som svandt
	Han drager paa nye farlig
	F rd Hans eeneste
	Sorrig v re at han intet fandt
	Som vaer een
	Taare v rdt
	Til han Medynk saae
	I hendes è ine, der alt
	Lius vaer tendt
	Der al Gl de snart vaer endt
	Slig een Pige hellig, vacker
	Det brustne
	Blik flacker
	Hun ki ndte
	Haabet brast
	Han viiger for bendes
	Blik Med een smertelig
	Mystik Fylder hende mod
	Hi rtenski r
	Med hendes
	Ild ligger sort dè d
	Ondskab qvalte hver een
	Glè d Dend hviide
	Gloe, dend slukte han
	Men dend ha' r skabt een m cktig
	Brand Aff
	Had Elskov tungindigt
	Haab Nyfè dt b res
	Maanen Frem
	Ofver det
	Sind som her bleff rè fved
	Aff dend mè rcke,
	Magi paa hende è fved
	Med r dde
	Skrit. mod ham
	Dybt berè rt: " Du Diefvlens Sendebud, som b rer Fryckt fra Mand til Brud, Du Menskehadets reene Styrkedrik, Du n ring for min Si l, som dè r Gaae ey bort, o Skygge, fè r Ieg viiser Ki ndsler som ieg hafvde Angst For at n re fè 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

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