On the black stone of altar
Is laying a death wolf body,
In the midnight it will wake up
With magic ceremony.
The blood of the beautiful virgin
Will pour out from the warlock's boul,
And it's life wit the invocation
Will come in ratting corpse.
R.: Living in the earth on day
And riseing by the virgin blood,
The beast obeyed by warlock
And went for the warlock to the hunt.
The knife in the warlock's hand
Was drive in her panting heart.
And in the deadly cramp she
Was push her slayer's cup.
And her bloodfrom the cupful
Was pour out in the beast,
Unlinked with a magic power,
It's waked free...
R. :Living in the earth on day
And riseing by the virgin blood,
The beast obeyed by warlock
And went for the warlock to the hunt.
Living in the earth on day
And riseing by the virgin blood,
The beast obeyed by it
Was eat a slayer heart.
