[Music: Gelal / Lyrics: The Black Lourde of Crucifixion, Gelal]



Forth from deadly Apocalypse...

Rips the crier

Galloping fast on a steed that reeks rabid of blood.



Forth from daemon throne

Blowing funeral wind throughout the worlds of time

Blasting morbid exequies!



Forth from all that is unholy

Whistling the reap of Satanic fury

Purest Ambassador of Armageddon!



At the blessed grotto

The Holocaust Trumpeter appeals our power!



Pestilent nightmare visitation

Envenom the Christ Child's crib

Passionate plague, a profanation

Commanded from beyond to kill!



Ghastly seduction through famine

Rape the nuns at the scalding convent.

Set to flame a blaze of war

And conquer the cowardice of God!



At the blessed grotto

The Holocaust Trumpeter appeals our power!



Immersed in a cloud of smoke

Rising from a pile of burning bibles

Words of a holy fable turn rapidly into debris!



The refuge of the spineless

Adorned with diseased art

Burned and free of the Christian chains!



Cast down thy tender look

Upon the flock of God

Touch the cicatrix of the piercing blade!



At the blessed grotto

The Holocaust Trumpeter appeals our power!



Religious malady cured

Which once forced me to kneel

At the blessed grotto the sheep

begin to shriek.



At the blessed grotto

The Holocaust Trumpeter appeals our power!