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!