Summon the Fiend
Arcane Grail Lyrics

Three warlocks and nine witches have gathered for the summoning of Devil in the tenebrious glade within Nebelforst on Sabbath.
A group of twelve magic practitioners have assembled in a dark forest to summon a demon on a Saturday.

Bodeful thunderous Night. The warlocks boil the loathsome ointment in the silvern cauldron, tapestried with pelt and glyph-scored with druids' hierograms.
On this ominous night, the warlocks are mixing an unpleasant potion in a silver cauldron decorated with animal skin and ancient symbols.

They troll incantations and stir the potion at the same time.
The practitioners chant spells while they stir the concoction simultaneously.

Thrice the branded cat hath mew'd.
The marked feline has meowed three times.

Thrice, and once the hedge-pig whin'd.
The hedgehog has squealed thrice and once more.

Harpier cries, 'tis time, 'tis time.
A supernatural being called Harpier announces that it's time for the next part of the ritual.

Round 'bout the cauldron go In the poison'd entrails throw. Toad, that under frosty stone, Days and nights, has thirty one Swelter'd venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i' th' charmed pot... with rot!
The warlock instructs the others to circle the cauldron and add a poisonous toad that has been sleeping under a frosty rock for 31 days into the boiling potion.

Double, double, toil and trouble Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
The witches chant a spell about boiling ingredients in the cauldron while they work on the brew.

Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and howlet's wing For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth, boil and bubble.
The witches continue to recite ingredients, such as snake meat, amphibian limbs, mammalian organs, and bird parts, to add to the potion, which they describe as a powerful charm or sorcery.

Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witch's mummy, maw, and gulf Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark Root of hemlock, digg'd i' th' dark Liver of blaspheming jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew, Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips Finger of birth-strangled babe, Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, Make the gruel thick, and slab. Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, For th' ingredients of our cauldron.
The second warlock names more gruesome elements, such as dragon parts, wolf teeth, shark remains, and poisonous plants, to add to the brew. The list includes human body parts, such as organs of a Jew and a baby, delivered by an unchaste woman. Lastly, he suggests using a tiger's bowl as a cauldron.

Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good.
The third warlock recommends a final step to add baboon blood to the mix to make the magic potion functional.

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes Open locks, whoever knocks.
One of the warlocks senses an evil presence and prepares for its arrival, unlocking doors for it to enter.

In lieu of any fiend from netherworld Sabbat evoked by incantations and hellbroth-irrigation the mighty spirit of the dead gothic king Germanareh.
Instead of summoning a demon, the practitioners accidentally raise the spirit of a dead Gothic king named Germanareh using spells and potions.

Weening that it's someone of arch-fiends, the witches were improvising the ritual dance around the dazed ghost.
Thinking that the supernatural being is a powerful demon, the witches dance around the confused ghost, trying to please it.

The supreme warlock frowned ordinees into doing the kiss of shame.
The leader of the group orders the other practitioners to perform an embarrassing ritual as punishment.

The King's spirit set to improve by the puissant spellcraft of that coven.
The Gothic king's ghost improves its condition after the group's powerful spells.

When his besotted tendance had finished this darksome solemnization of demonolatry Germanareh bid them to summon acolytes for him – "the spirits of those mounts" as he titled them.
After the ritual, the spirit of Germanareh asks the practitioners to summon some ghostly servants, the spirits of the Gothic warriors buried in the area.

He cerebrated that while the warlocks were summoning the pucks as they bethought they would revive the departed gothic warriors, which inearthed upon that tumulus too. They'll resurge and minister their almighty sovereign anew.
Germanareh believed that by using the same ritual, the group could revive the Gothic warriors buried in the tumulus, allowing them to serve him again.

O well done, I commend your pains, And every one shall in the gains And now about the cauldron sing Like elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put in I am King!
The ghost of Germanareh praises the practitioners' work and encourages them to continue chanting while adding ingredients to the mixture. He announces his sovereignty.