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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