⸸ crossroads ψ

Highway 666 in the burning wasteland

In the valley of the shadow of death

I fear no evil for Satan is with Me

Underneath Hecate's light

 

To The Crossroads... on Walpurgisnight

Inverted crossroads to see The Devils rise

The willows blow in the demonwinds

They point the way to Hell

Twisted arms and claws reach for your soul

 

Whispering and wailing

The damned call out your name

trapped inside the trees, for the test

The killer's bones are swaying

Hand of Glory glows

Hellantern leads to the carven spot

 

Trace The Pentagram in the center soil

There you will say the words and pour the blood

Until you feel the hoofbeats

The blasting winds, they start of flow

The quaking earth, the shadow comes

 

Red eyes emerge, flickering coal

A lightning strike, the darkness grows

The moon reflects a grinning skull

You speak your wish & seal The Pact

So it is done!

 

Born... at The Crossroads

The Gate of Hecate's keep

Marked your destiny as The Devil's own

Sacrificial grave is buried deep

 

Go forth upon the earth

Infernal Throne, Majesty's seat!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The crossroads may make for an ideal outdoor ritual area, ceremonial grounds, especially by a tree, wherein litany from The Satanic Bible may be spoken, both as a formative initiation, Baptism, and subsequent rites of darkness.