Long is the day and long is the night
Upon offense or afflicted plight
While long is the waiting of Arawn
So shall my aggressor be hopeless and bound
With a mane so pale and bright
I call the hounds who hunt in the night
They who walk life and death between
Grant me passage to the land unseen
Blight of spirit, Bereft of vigor
As you atrophy, collapse, and wither
Teeth in your neck take you heart and soul
The Cwn Anwfn shall ravage you whole
With a mane so pale and bright
I call the hounds who hunt in the night
They who walk life and death between
Grant me passage to the land unseen
Blood red ears; a dismal omen
Yet I welcome you here, Cwn Anwfn
Mu Tuh Rah