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Ulvens Billeder hafver eengang Til Hex & Diefvels Stolthed tienet - Om Gudstroe vidnet, mørck men mæcktig - Ja med Grenser viide som dend Verden dend là øde Satan skabede det som for deris Bilk Blifver ofverjordisk - Han er slik, Een Mand i Ulveham Self Vinden er een Tiener i hans Haand Oc Eevigheden - hans gaadefulde Aand Paa ham een Stoorhed som een Krone Pan fordum bar Han hungrer giennem Eevighed - Sinnker om han grim & sort Een Tragoedie kund for dend som veed Han tager sig frem baade Nat & Dag I et eevig, dødstrett Jag ...Oc dend stoore, tridste Eensomhed Vild øfve giengiærd for dend tabte Kiaerlighed - I Had! ---------- The images of Wolf once served The Pride of Witch and Devil - Witnessed a dark, yet mightie Faith - With boundaries wide as the world it layd waste Satan did create What to their eyne Celestial is - And so he is A man in Wolfskin clad To his hands, e'en the Wind is Servant And Eternitie - his enigmatick Spirit Around him a Majestie like Pan his Crowne of olde He hungers through Eternitie - Immersed in a Tragedie dark and colde Knowne onlie to the Initiated Through Day and Night he moves In an eternall, wearie chase ...And this Solitude so greate and sad Will Vengeance seek for Love long lost Through Hatred!