Uden Sorrig for det, som svandt
Han drager paa nye & farlig F¦rd
Hans eeneste Sorrig v¦re at han intet fandt

Som vaer een Taare v¦rdt

Til han Medynk saae

I hendes èine, der alt Lius vaer tendt
Der al Gl¦de snart vaer endt
Slig een Pige hellig, vacker

Det brustne Blik flacker
Hun ki¦ndte Haabet brast


Han viiger for bendes Blik
Med een smertelig Mystik
Fylder hende mod Hi¦rtenski¦r


Med hendes Ild ligger sort & dèd
Ondskab qvalte hver een Glèd

Dend hviide Gloe, dend slukte han
Men dend ha'r skabt een m¦cktig Brand
Aff Had & Elskov & tungindigt Haab


Nyfèdt b¦res Maanen Frem
Ofver det Sind som her bleff rèfved

Aff dend mèrcke,
Magi paa hende èfved


Med r¦dde Skrit. mod ham -
Dybt berèrt:


"Du Diefvlens Sendebud,
som b¦rer Fryckt fra Mand til Brud,
Du Menskehadets reene Styrkedrik,

Du n¦ring for min Si¦l, som dèr;
Gaae ey bort, o Skygge, fèr
Ieg viiser Ki¦ndsler som ieg hafvde Angst

For at n¦re fèr ieg bleff din Fangst"

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