Trampled underfoot Crush the Host, fetid body of Dog for the rites we shall feast On rotting flesh of Christian....
Values and the hopes Of the weak feeble children Of Lies taste the sins That will lead you to revel in the
Flesh....
Under skies of black Streaked with silver fire Joyous rites of black Reversed in blasphemy
Dagger slicing deep through the flesh Release the blood of the priests Into the chalice filled with urine Defile the blood, unholy host
Desecration of the body and blood of the Crucified servant crying in pain from the Wounds-feast on the tainted flesh and Rejoice in the summoning now to commence
Come forth, O Darkest One I call upon your service Accept this gift, the fallen dog His body and blood I offer
