[00:09.18]I dende N¦tters
[00:15.39]Nat Der hun hafvde bes¦ttende
[00:23.01]Glèd, Bar bleege
[00:27.70]Stjerner i sit
[00:32.42]Skièd, Hylder han hende med een
[00:39.18]Sang Dende
[00:43.76]Lidenskabens
[00:48.33]Hymne Vidner om det
[00:54.06]Baand Som nu inv¦lder
[01:00.58]Natten in hand
[01:05.10]Aand N¥r Stjernerne varsler
[01:11.75]Grye Mod to-hornet
[01:17.39]Sèlvmaanenye
[01:21.84]Oc Soelen stiiger frem
[01:27.53]Lig een Flamme, ski¦r & reen
[01:34.02]Som fra Faedres
[01:38.64]Offerbaal -
[01:43.18]Ustyrlig er da hans
[01:48.51]Sind! Ski¦nk kam saa nyt
[01:55.12]Lius aff dit
[01:59.60]Skin, Du,
[02:04.22]Satans Soel,
[02:08.97]Saa han kand jage tol
[02:14.93]Bestandighed
[02:19.46]Regi¦re, i kold,
[02:25.64]Ufattbar Mayestet
[02:31.06]Possesivelie
[02:36.40]She upon him shone
[02:42.06]Adorned with dimme stars
[02:47.80]In this Night of
[02:53.30]Nights He hailes
[02:59.04]Her with a song
[03:04.49]This hymne of
[03:09.91]Passion Reminding of the
[03:15.65]Bond Between him and the
[03:21.36]Night As they melt into one
[03:27.97]When dawn draws near
[03:33.72]And the Sunne ascendes
[03:39.29]Like a flame bright & pure
[03:45.74]From the bonfires of heretics
[03:52.36]Ecstatick, then, his
[03:57.94]Mind! Grant him thus
[04:03.90]Light anew,
[04:08.64]Thou, Sunne of
[04:13.91]Satan So that he shall reigne
[04:20.08]Through infinite
[04:25.56]In colde, inconceivable
[04:31.02]Majestie!

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!