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!

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