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ULVER - The Madrigal Of The Night: Eight Hymnes To The Wolf In Man (1997)
1. Wolf & Fear
2. Wolf & The Devil
3. Wolf & Hatred
4. Wolf & Man
5. Wolf & The Moon
6. Wolf & Passion
7. Wolf & Destiny
8. Wolf & The Night
1. Wolf & Fear
Snacket blandt Folck vaer til Bestandighed
Om Fuldmaanens Vee & Grue
Naar det klagede op mod hendes Skiaer
Fra Vintrens kolde Eensomhed
Da frycktede de at Vargen vaer n?r
Vakt vaer dends gamle Mayestet
Der vaer Dègn da nogen meenede at hafve seet
I hendes Lius, som han splidder med dend
Skygge som han spreer,
Skyggen aff een ukiend Mackt
Der dend hylede mod sin Gud i infernaldsk Prackt
Dende Diefvels Herold, han herjede
Fra Kandt til Kandt, & mange aff Mande?t forsvandt
Paa dend hun lyser, han binder; oc Helveds Ulv,
Han dr?ber, medens Afgrunden brager
Forbandelsen er her visseligen
Aff Diefvlen han bleff ski?nked een Gave
Der ved Troldom favned han til Ulv
Ey vaer han l?nger een Guds Slave
Der ved Midnat vandred ofver hule Grave
Amongst men words went
Of the Full Moone's woe.
When a dirge did rise to Her skylit eye
From the lone winter's colde
They fear'd that the wolf was nigh
Awakened its Majestie of olde
Nights did pass when men claim'd the saw
In Her light that he splits
with the shadow he casts
The shadow of a force unknown
Howling at its God in splendoure infernall
This Devil's Herolde, he hunted the land
And many a man disappear'd
Where She shines, he binds; the Wolf of Hell
He kills o'ver the rumbling Abyss
The Curse is certayne
The Beast below bestowed on him a gift
And by Magick he to wolf was bound
No more was he a slave to God
At midnight treading on hollow grave
2. Wolf & The Devil
Ulvens Billeder hafver eengang
Til Hex & Diefvels Stolthed tienet -
Om Gudstroe vidnet, mèrck men m?cktig -
Ja med Grenser viide som dend Verden dend l ède
Satan skabede det som for deris Bilk
Blifver ofverjordisk - Han er slik,
Een Mand i Ulveham
Self Vinden er een Tiener i hans Haand
Oc Eevigheden - hans gaadefulde Aand
Paa ham een Stoorhed som een Krone Pan fordum bar
Han hungrer giennem Eevighed -
Sinnker om han grim & sort
Een Tragoedie kund for dend som veed
Han tager sig frem baade Nat & Dag
I et eevig, dèdstrett Jag
...Oc dend stoore, tridste Eensomhed
Vild èfve giengi?rd for dend tabte Kiaerlighed -
I Had!
The images of Wolf once served
The Pride of Witch and Devil -
Witnessed a dark, yet mightie Faith -
With boundaries wide as the world it layd waste
Satan did create
What to their eyne Celestial is -
And so he is
A man in Wolfskin clad
To his hands, e'en the Wind is Servant
And Eternitie - his enigmatick Spirit
Around him a Majestie
like Pan his Crowne of olde
He hungers through Eternitie -
Immersed in a Tragedie dark and colde
Knowne onlie to the Initiated
Through Day and Night he moves
In an eternall, wearie chase
...And this Solitude so greate and sad
Will Vengeance seek for Love long lost
Through Hatred!
3. Wolf & Hatred
O Vandringsmand i een forbandet Nat
Troe ey at hans Had dig vild skaane
Hans Rov vild ey vaere nogen anden
End dig -
Der vild ski?lve i hans v?r
I uselt Haab om at Huus er n?r
End dig -
Hvis Blod skald blifve hans st?rke Viin
Oc Si?l, hans hellige Trof©
Faaf?ngt han lader dig gyde
Ut dit Blod i Smertens Sin
Saa du som dèd ey Sofnloest kand
Fort?lde Fr?nder: "Ulven er ham!"
Som Offer for Beistets Krav
Dit Blod vild rende koldt som B?cl i Grav
Gud er ey her, men Dèden n?r
Oc hvert Secund som her
Er undt dig -
Skimrer i et dobbelt Ski?r
Aff baade Liiv & Dèd
Rasende lader han Bliket binde
Lèfter dit i Maaneskinnet
O Wanderer in this infernal Night
Believe not his Hate will spare thee
His prey shall be no one
But thee -
Who shall tremble when he is near
In foolish hope for shelter
And thou -
Whose bloode strong wine shall be
Thy Soule, his sacred Trophie
In vein he lets thee shed
Thy bloode in this Sea of Payne
Then shalt thou not haunt thine friends
Revealing: "The Wolf is he!"
Coldlie thy bloode shall flow
As streams through Graves below
God is not here, but death draws near
And secondes are O, so few
In a Nature twofold they shine
Beginning and End combine
Fool, thou art prostrate
By the raging eyne of his
Lifted upwards
Rapt in Moonshine
4. Wolf & Man
Da Trolddomen bleff h?ved - & need
Paa Jorden han sv?ved: Da som nu
Vaer Jaget ved at lefve, ved at aande,
Ved hver Bev?gelse saa stoor at n?sten
Dend vaer Smerte
Medens han gik omkring
Blandt Mennisker, vaer han skuffed fèrst:
I Liivets ydre vaer der intet Skifte
Lig det han hafvde fèlt i Ulvens Liiv
De tr?ller under ham
Med at troskyldig Sind
Fryckter ham,
Een Krafft aff sand Natur,
Som Sanser uden Selfbedrag
Han gliider useet blandt dem, streifer i sit Jag
Lig Kv?ldens Farver, Nattens Aandedrag
For ingen Guderèst hafver nogensinde
Git Mennisket Svar paa hvem han skiulede
D?mon, Phantom & Varulv
Vaer kund Naffn paa det de aldrig kunde finde
End han -
I hans Hi?rte: Een Affgrund tung
Som det sorte Hav
Der eldsker sine Dyb
Der -
Sammenkrèget
I Vintrens Bund
F?lder han al deris Gl?de,
Liiv, Mod & Haab
Maanen, stiigende paanye,
Hilser ham fra en sunken Himmel
...Oc ved den lydende Midnattssalme
Som Fryckt i Natten v?ver
Skald de ffromme atter falme
The spell did breake and gave release
To hours amongst Mankynde
But then, as now, the strayn
Of living, breathing, yea ev'rie move
A burden approaching payn
Dishearten'd he was
As he wander'd with men
On the surface of life - no change
No change as the Beast within
They fear him, these fooles
A power pure, nature unveil'd
Perception sans delusion
Amongst them he walks unseen
Like a tint if Twilight
The breath of Night
No voice of God did tell
Man what He did hide
Werewolf & Phantom, Daemon & Beast -
Mere names given to what they fear'd
But he -
In his heart: An abyss unfathomable
As teh blacken'd sea
Which loves its deeps
There -
An animal shadow crawling
O'er the wintry soil
All Hope, Joie & Life he slayes
The Moone, rising anew,
Bids him welcome from a waning sky
... And by the sounding
Of his midnight psalme
Feare shall be harvest agayn
From the Pious hearts of men
5. Wolf & The Moon
I dende N?tters Nat
Der hun hafvde bes?ttende Glèd,
Bar bleege Stjerner i sit Skièd,
Hylder han hende med een Sang
Dende Lidenskabens Hymne
Vidner om det Baand
Som nu inv?lder
Natten in hand Aand
N¥r Stjernerne varsler Grye
Mod to-hornet Sèlvmaanenye
Oc Soelen stiiger frem
Lig een Flamme, ski?r & reen
Som fra Faedres Offerbaal -
Ustyrlig er da hans Sind!
Ski?nk kam saa nyt Lius aff dit Skin,
Du, Satans Soel,
Saa han kand jage tol Bestandighed
Regi?re, i kold,
Ufattbar Mayestet
Possesivelie She upon him shone
Adorned with dimme stars
In this Night of Nights
He hailes Her with a song
This hymne of Passion
Reminding of the Bond
Between him and the Night
As they melt into one
When dawn draws near
And the Sunne ascendes
Like a flame bright & pure
From the bonfires of heretics
Ecstatick, then, his Mind!
Grant him thus Light anew,
Thou, Sunne of Satan
So that he shall reigne
Through infinite
In colde, inconceivable Majestie!
6. Wolf & Passion
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
7. Wolf & Destiny
Nu har han ey meer sin Drackt
Saa rèd som Viin & Blod
Fro Viin & Blod vaer paa hans Haand
Ved S?ngen der han stood
Hos Liiget aff sin elskede
Dend Stund man fandt de to
No more he wore his constume
Red as bloode & wine
For wine & bloode was on his hands
As he stoode by her bed and corpse
When the two of them were found
8. Wolf & The Night
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
˜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
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