Mastiphal Summoned Howling
Blow thorns demons of night
Howl witches, Dearing a burden of unholiness
And let summoned howling drown worthless
Bells full of mercy
I fill up of burning thunder which will strike my enemy
attain
Summoned howling in the rain of burning blood
Wake up dreams of blackest graves
We throw on requiem cloak
We’ll bear a buraen of slaughter
On our hands will dry a blood of victims
I worship wings of fogs
Which rise me to my brothers wolfs
