| 歌曲 | Hymne III - Wolf And Hatred |
| 歌手 | Ulver |
| 专辑 | Nattens Madrigal |
| 作词 : Garm, Savard | |
| 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 skiælve i hans vær | |
| I uselt Haab om at Huus er nær | |
| End dig - | |
| Hvis Blod skald blifve hans stærke Viin | |
| Oc Siæl, hans hellige Trofé | |
| Faafængt han lader dig gyde | |
| Ut dit Blod i Smertens Sin | |
| Saa du som død ey Sofnloest kand | |
| Fortælde Frænder: "Ulven er ham!" | |
| Som Offer for Beistets Krav | |
| Dit Blod vild rende koldt som Bæcl i Grav | |
| Gud er ey her, men Døden nær | |
| Oc hvert Secund som her | |
| Er undt dig - | |
| Skimrer i et dobbelt Skiær | |
| Aff baade Liiv & Død | |
| Rasende lader han Bliket binde | |
| Løfter 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 |
| zuò cí : Garm, Savard | |
| 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 ski lve i hans v r | |
| I uselt Haab om at Huus er n r | |
| End dig | |
| Hvis Blod skald blifve hans st rke Viin | |
| Oc Si l, hans hellige Trofé | |
| Faaf ngt han lader dig gyde | |
| Ut dit Blod i Smertens Sin | |
| Saa du som d d ey Sofnloest kand | |
| Fort lde Fr nder: " Ulven er ham!" | |
| Som Offer for Beistets Krav | |
| Dit Blod vild rende koldt som B cl i Grav | |
| Gud er ey her, men D den n r | |
| Oc hvert Secund som her | |
| Er undt dig | |
| Skimrer i et dobbelt Ski r | |
| Aff baade Liiv D d | |
| Rasende lader han Bliket binde | |
| L fter 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 |