Ulver - Hymne V - Wolf And The Moon

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!