Calling of Hounds

The wind shrouds my evil glare
I make haste, for there is nothing I must fear
Evil calms my bones, piercing is my stare
Time to die for all those who fear
Scream of sorrow, scream of help
I shall destroy this earth
And all love you felt
This the night
The calling of hounds
I will leave no enemy
Standing on this blood soaked ground
Satisfied by the mess I made
Five points lie, encircled on the mound
Covered in gore, muscles are sore
The devil is whom for
I shall kill for evermore!
Calling of Hounds