In the night of the night
Where she had a haunting glow,
Bearing pale stars in her sky,
He pays tribute to her with a song
The Hymn of the Passion
Witness of the band
Which now pours in
The night in hand Spirit
When the stars herald the dawn
Against the two-horned Sølvmaanenye
And the sun rises forward
Like a flame, skiers & clean
As from the sacrificial pyre of fathers -
Unruly is his mind! ,
You, Satan's Soul,
So he can hunt tol Constancy
Regière, in cold,
Inconceivable Majesty
Possessivelie She upon him shone
Adorned with dim stars
In this Night of Nights
He hails Her with a song
This hymn of Passion
Reminding of the Bond
Between him and the Night
As they melt into one
When dawn draws near
And the Sunne ascends
Like a flame bright & pure
From the bonfires of heretics
Ecstatic, then, his Mind!
Grant him thus Light anew,
Thou, Sunne of Satan
So that he shall reign
Through infinite
In colde, inconceivable Majestie!