Grand Evocations summon Halloween nightmares arising from the shadowy Abyss, The Gates echo with sardonic laughter and screams from the Pit.
Phantasmic fog bear Daemonic faces, the masks of Satan amidst flickering hellflames. Ignite scowling lanterns that lead the way to Samhain.
Howling wind calling your name, whispered spells in the dark, and hounds baying 'neath glowing harvest moon immortal, framed by skeletal trees.
The second harvest of great fruition amidst the bonefire wherein bodies transvect Infernal bliss or sacrificial immolation.
A cauldron of devilish delights for the taking, communion with enthroned dark one in the same, therein tricks or treats. Pleasure, treasure, pain.
In Nomine Satanas,
Rev. Blackthorne.
Autumn Equinox LX
Haunted Noctuary, Draconia