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