Luyện nghe bài hát Wolf & Hatred

O i een forbandet Nat
ey at hans Had dig vild skaane
Hans Rov ey vaere nogen anden
End dig -
Der vild skilve i vr
I uselt Haab om at er nr

End dig -
Hvis skald blifve hans strke Viin
Oc Sil, hellige Trof

Faafngt han lader dig
Ut dit Blod i Sin

Saa du som dd ey Sofnloest
Fortlde "Ulven er ham!"

Som Offer for Krav
Dit vild rende koldt som Bcl i Grav

Gud er ey her, men nr
Oc hvert som her
Er dig -
Skimrer i et dobbelt
Aff baade & Dd

lader han Bliket binde
Lfter dit i

O Wanderer in this infernal
Believe not his Hate will spare
His shall be no one
But -
Who shall tremble he is near
In foolish hope for

And -
Whose bloode strong wine be
Thy Soule, his Trophie

In he lets thee shed
Thy bloode in this Sea of

Then shalt thou not haunt friends
"The Wolf is he!"

Coldlie thy bloode shall
As through Graves below

God is not here, but draws near
And are O, so few
In a twofold they shine
Beginning and End

Fool, art prostrate
By the eyne of his
upwards
Rapt in