Ulver - Hymne VIII: Wolf And The Night

Had Love fetter'd this force of free? What he leaves dead, he forgets No memories arise from the grave, No anger glides through the night of Soules With humble tears she flatter'd The Divinitie shes hated and fear'd Her lamb-like nature Left him not untouch'd By Magick she was bound To the Beast within him These Soules twain Enforced one's end Payne anew from woe of olde A Tragedie of endless dayes Insatiable, the thirst Inconceivable, the lust Wild & mad he hunts In anguish black at heart The winter's colde Soone fulfill'd – And his yearning Towards a winter's night Wandering alone, The Wolf