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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 skiælve I hans vær
I uselt haab om at huus er nær
End dig
Hvis blod skald blifve hans stærke viin
Oc siæl
Hans hellige trofé
Faafængt han lader dig gyde
Ut dit blod I smertens sin
Saa du som død ey sofnloest kand
Fortælde frænder："ulven er ham
Som offer for beistets krav
Dit blod vild rende koldt som bæcl I grav
Gud er ey her
Men døden nær
Oc hvert secund som her
Er undt dig
Skimrer I et dobbelt skiær
Aff baade liiv & død
Rasende lader han bliket binde
Løfter 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 let's 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