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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
