Hafvde Ki¦rlighed l¦nkelagt
Dend ut¦mmede Mackt?


Han glemmer det han legger dèd
Ingen Minder stiiger fra Graven brat
Ingen Anger gliider giennem Si¦lens Nat


Med Ydmyghedens Taarer smigrede hun
Dend Guddom som hun hadete medens hun frycktede


Hendes V¦sen, lig et Lam
Gik ham ey forbi

For hun hafde rèrt ved ham
Ë?fved sin Magi


Uagtet disse Si¦le tvende
Een hafvde at ende


Nye Smerte klinger frem aff gammel Klage
Tragoedie aff uaffbrudne Dage


Ukuelig, dend Tèrst
Hinsidigt, det Begi¦r


Nu drev han yr &map gal
I sorthi¦rtet Kval


Vintrens kulde
Snart tilfulde
- oc hans L¦ngsel

Mod een Vinternat
Ulven vandrer eene


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