Wolf & The Night - Ulver

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