Текст песни Ulver - Hymne VI: Wolf And Passion

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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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