Dark winds howl through the valley’s icy breath,
A shadow awakens, heralding death.
Iron fangs gleam in the moon’s blood-red glow,
A nightmare unleashed from the abyss below!
Born in the void where the dead’s whispers rise,
A guardian of graves beneath ashen skies.
One eye pierces the veil of the damned,
A hound of the abyss, with death in its hand!
It prowls through the ruins where mortals dare not tread,
Feasting on bones of the forgotten dead.
The stench of decay lures it closer to feast,
A demon unleashed from the jaws of the beast!
Psoglav! Hound of the night!
Ravenous terror with an iron bite!
Psoglav! Keeper of graves!
Feasting on souls as the firelight fades!
A realm of despair where the shadows ignite,
Its hunger eternal, it hunts through the night.
No mercy, no solace, no prayers can be heard,
Your fate is inscribed in blood-seeping words!
The sky bleeds to ember, the stars fade to gray,
The earth splits in anguish as the weak fall prey.
Beneath the pale moon, its hunger remains,
It laughs as the world is engulfed in flames!
Psoglav! Hound of the night!
Ravenous terror with an iron bite!
Psoglav! Keeper of graves!
Feasting on souls as the firelight fades!
No dawn will rise…
No prayers will survive…
Psoglav watches…
Your soul now mine…