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Ulver - Hymne VI: Wolf And Passion

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Uploaded on Apr 25, 2009

From the 1997 album "Nattens Madrigal - Aatte Hymne Til Ulven i Manden" ("The Madrigal Of The Night - Eight Hymns To The Wolf in Man").
© Century Media Records.

Kristoffer Rygg (Garm) - Vocals
Torbjørn Pedersen (Aismal) - Guitars
Håvard Jørgensen (Haavard) - Guitars
Hugh Stephen James Mingay (Skoll) - Bass
Erik O. Lancelot (AiwarikiaR) - Drums

Lyrics (in Norwegian):

Uden Sorrig for det, som svandt
Han drager paa nye & farlig Færd
Hans eeneste Sorrig være at han intet fandt
Som vaer een Taare værdt

Til han Medynk saae
I hendes øine, der alt Lius vaer tendt
Der al Glæde snart vaer endt
Slig een Pige hellig, vacker
Det brustne Blik flacker
Hun kiændte

Han viiger for bendes Blik
Med een smertelig Mystik
Fylder hende mod Hiærtenskiær

Med hendes Ild ligger sort & død
Ondskab qvalte hver een Glød
Dend hviide Gloe, dend slukte han
Men dend ha'r skabt een mæcktig Brand
Aff Had & Elskov & tungindigt Haab

Nyfødt bæres Maanen Frem
Ofver det Sind som her bleff røfved
Aff dend mørcke,
Magi paa hende øfved

Med rædde Skrit. mod ham -
Dybt berørt:

"Du Diefvlens Sendebud,
som bærer Fryckt fra Mand til Brud,
Du Menskehadets reene Styrkedrik,
Du næring for min Siæl, som dør;
Gaae ey bort, o Skygge, før
Ieg viiser Kiændsler som ieg hafvde Angst
For at nære før ieg bleff din Fangst"
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Lyrics (in English):

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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