Satanalia LIII

Seasons In Hell




Season Lucifer

Upon the longest night of The Year, we celebrate in darkness, and all therein, as hellfires burn to warm the flesh into salacious indulgence, yielding to temptation and feasting with delight, the pleasures of the earth lain forth for you, The Devil's Legions, the harvests of The Seasons in Hell, and before Satan's myriad manifestations, reflected in the shadow speculum and projected by the Demon Eye, visions of what was and is to be again, emerge from The Mind's Abyss, & vast subterranean cavernous lairs.

The Season is Lucifer! Lend us Thine Infernalight! 

Upon this High Unholyday, the apex of Satanalia, 'neath a Full Moon & Meteor shower coursing, The Lucifer star glows with infernalight in the Eastern Sky, pointing the way to The Gates which shall be opened! Daemon Brother Krampus has come forth! Within the Void of deepest nocturne, bring forth the sacrifices to blaze on through the night!  


In Nomine Satanas,

Warlock Draconis Blackthorne
Noctuary, The Black Earth
Winter Solstice LIII


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just shortly upon the summit we celebrate the incarnations of Dionysus {Lust}, Mithras {Strength}, & Horus {Wisdom}, collectively regeneration! 

Satanic Unholydays

Seasons In Hell

Seasons In Hell celebrations. Rite references from Dracomeroth unless otherwise noted. Ideally, all celebrations include cake & orgies!

Grande Celebrations & High UnHolydays for gatherings and High Sorcery.

  • I. NATIVITY: One's own Nativity celebration. {Rite of Nativity, Infernal Apotheosis} / Also includes days of observation towards notable & de-facto individuals demonstrating Satanic principles throughout history.
  • II. AUTUMN EQUINOX: Harvest Feastevil / Feast of The Beast {Hellemental Mass}
  • III. HELLOWEEN: Harvest Feastevil of The Beast / "Satan's Birthday" / Veneration of The Shadow / Infernal Communion / Necromancy {Hallow Rite}
  • IV. WINTER SOLSTICE: Season Lucifer. Satanalia, Yule Feastevil of Winter Demon KrampuSatan Claus {Hellemental Mass, Homage To Tchort [TSB]}; may range from Krampusnacht - Winter Solstice}
  • V. SPRING EQUINOX: Season Leviathan {Hellemental Mass}
  • VI. AESTASOLSTICE: Season Satan {Hellemental Mass}
  • VII. WALPURGISNACHT: Foundation of The Church of Satan. Forces of Darkness, Daemonic energy increases. {Walpurgisnacht Rite}


  • VIII. FRIDAY THE 13th: Medieval & blasphemous, sacrilegious themes. {L'Air Epais, The Satanic Bible} 13 Dracommendations | On Friday the 13th... | Mind Traps | 
  • IX. FULL, BLACK, BLOOD MOONS: Full moon or lust/love spells, Black moon for Hexes & Death Curses, Blood Moon for all + Infernal Apotheosis.
  • X. SOLAR / LUNAR ECLIPSES: All. Infernal Apotheosis. Particularly potent & psychodramatically stimulating. Potent Shadow energy to draw from to increase Magic.
  • XI. PLANETARY ALIGNMENTS: All. Infernal Apotheosis. Study particular Grimoire designations for specific daemons, sigilization, & purposes of empowerment & attainment. Potent energy to draw from to increase Magic.
  • XII. PERSONAL: Birthdays for loved ones, Weddings, Baptisms, Funerals {see Dracomeroth, The Satanic Rituals, Scriptures}, Accomplishments, secular holidays for relatives & selfish acquisition.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Seasons In Hell celebrations. Rite references from Dracomeroth unless otherwise noted. Ideally, all celebrations include cake & orgies!

Along Came Santa


A morning mist eves the snow white in my roof,
The chimney swallowed by big belly waist,
Floating red glimmered the skies all night,
Indoors he rest his enchanted beauty,
Gifts to all he left along with his great Love.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Merry Christmas All

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Gifts Of Dying

Withered Roses

I'm those little presents tied in bows,
Drifting deep in halt sea,
Those of leaking hearts dwelling broken,
Those souls sinking deeper,
With all the gifts life brought to men.

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Santa's Arrives

Childrens Poetry

Santa's merriment this coming Christmas will be something to behold!

The family's sentiment at this time of year a joy to see.

All ready with their attonement; however,none needed as they'd all been so good.

Santa notices the ammendments on the Christmas lists; left where they lay.

Santa's announcement that he had found the food,

Santa's ammusement with a mouth full of mince pie.

The reindeers ate to fullfillment, the carrotts left , as they too had. had a hard day.

Now to the arrangement of the presents piled high to the sky.

In contentment around the Christmas tree Santa carefully arranges the gifts.

Someone's up already, quickly time to leave and fly.


By Anita Griffiths 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wish you all a very Merry Christmas for 2016, best wishes and regards, Happy Holidays.

Holy Moly

Another year of misery.
Fruitcake flashbacks and a dead tree.

Candy, Candy, everywhere,
up my nose and in the air.

Green/blue jeans with a French inseam.
Never, in my wildest dreams!

I always pray that it's just a trend,
but 364 and we do it again!

Holy Moses!
We all know this...

is just conspicuous consumption!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Happy Holidays!

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Every day should be like Christmas time

During the Christmas season, people tend to be more nice.
We should be like that every single day and that statement is precise.
Every day of the year should be like Christmas time.
If it was that way, there would be less hate and crime.

It's important to always be good to others.
In the eyes of God, we're all sisters and brothers.
Be kind to your fellow man, that's very important to remember.
I hope everybody has a Merry Christmas on the 25th of December.

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Gingerdead Man: Killmas Carol 2

'Twas the spirit and the season's heart
that bred him – this bread man, left to bake
'til December. But this time, the part
he plays, should he rise before you wake,
will decide which of our souls to take.
This winter, a confectionery
bad boy with gumdrop buttons will stake
his claim and leave a legendary
path of cinnamon Hell in his wake.
Gingerdead Man: Killmas Carol 2 –
coming soon to a theater near you.

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Garage Christmas

It was the night before Christmas and all through the garage
Not a creature was stirring, not even my Dodge.
The tires were hung at the bumpers with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas will fill them with air.

The engine was tucked, all snug in it's bed
While visions of Spark Plugs danced in it's Heads.
With me in the front seat and Wife in the back
We had just settled down after having a snack.

When outside the garage we heard a car roar
It must have more cubic inches than a 454.
So I rose just enough to look over the hood
To see what I could see, the best that I could.

All of a sudden, it opened, the overhead door
I could see six cars, then I saw two more.
They were all the Christmas colors, red, green and white,
Not doubt in my mind, it's St. Nicholas alright.

He was all dressed up in his Drag Racing Suit
Jacket and Pants, Gloves, Helmet and Boot.
Unlike the red, furry suit, that he normally wore,
He wore this suit when he put the pedal to the floor.

He entered the garage and knew just what to do
And filled up those tires in a minute or two.
He went out to the cars with trunks open wide
Then loaded his sack and brought it inside.

Along with his eight little helpers so jolly
They set out some gifts from Moroso and Holley.
A new set of fan belts and seat covers of gray
Were surely the makings for a great Christmas Day.

"Let's go fellas" he said, "Be quick on your feet',
"Jump in your cars and let's hit the streets".
I heard the cars start, first one, then two, three, then all.
They just sat and waited till he gave them the call.

"Now Cobra! Now Super Sport! Now Bucket "T"!
On Z28! On Viper! On Super Bee!
On Road Runner! On Olds 442!
Put the pedal to the metal, there's more stops to do".

Hearing the thunder of the pipes and the tires squealing
Filled my heart with a warm, fuzzy feeling.
And I could hear St. Nick yell, as the cars took flight
"Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night".

Written By:
Gordon Jackson