SATANIC UNHOLYDAYS
Seasons In Hell celebrations. Rite references from Dracomeroth unless otherwise noted. Ideally, all celebrations include cake & orgies!
SABBATHS
Grande Celebrations & High UnHolydays for gatherings and High Sorcery.
ESBATS
* RELATED: FAQ Holidays
SEASONS IN HELL
Season Belial
he Devil's Covens gather forth at The Gates of Hell to reap the pleasures of previous spells...
Demon Winds, Dragon Wings, the colors of The Abyss upon flora & fauna cascading upon leaves strewn from tentacle vines & bloodthorned branches, as spiderweb veils gently dances. The faces of Satan interchanging with The harvest Moon, the wondrous sights and sounds of the season of gloom. Shadows stretch, The Hands of Doom.
The Throne of Satan darkens the land with enchantment & mystery, pleasures & treasures possessed with ghoulish delight!
Draegon Ouroboros sheds & turns another cycle of timelessness.
Mighty Belial there calls forth in bestial rapport, hooves splitting rock, carving paths with Hellfire from cavernous Brimstone Pits, receive the triple mark of sulfurous plume! ∞
In Nomine Satanas,
Warlock Draconis Blackthorne
22 September, LIII
Noctuary, Infernal Empire
13 Keys...
The Keys to Life & Death
Dare look into The Eyes of The Dragon
The flames of The Abyss purify & consume
Strike down with Death's gaze
Or filled with The Black Flame!
Take The Sulfur Key & lefturn the Locks to Hell
Forbidden Knowledge pouring forth
Occult chambers of Shadow
Possessing temple flesh!
The Arts & Sciences of The King of Hell
Worship Self & become God
Sacrifice the blinding light
On The Altar of Darkness...
Black Mass, Apotheosis of Lucifer
Blasphemy liberation
Sacrilege, unholy purification
Guilt absolution
Satan is God is Satan
Baphomet Incarnation
The All is One!
High Mass D/Evilution
Apotheosis Devil God! ∞
13 Ghosts turning black
Necromancer's thrall
13 Shadows in the dark
Surrounding The Altar
Appearing on the chamber walls
Brought forth from the 13 skulls
Growing in the candleflames of The Abyss herein
Bring forth the 13 phantoms robed
Prepare the vessels, temples wherein devils dwell
Serpents, shed Thy skin, join Thy kin
Sacrificial awakening of thy true self
Rebirth through pentahexagon angles
Purifying Hades flames, kundalini flight
Immortal, eternal, Ouroboros rise
Basilisk, Phoenix, Melek Taus, Angel of The Void
Soaring through the dreamtide materialization
Awaken the flesh to The Daemon within
13 Shadows...
Those who have been before and always shall be
They who walked the earth incarnate*
Reborn on the 13th night
Ashes to bone to blood to muscle to skin
Feel the Power, The Force enter in
The masks come on, the masks come off
The faces of the Horned One!
Alhazred was born in Yemen,
Traveling in the known world;
Amassing lore and legend,
And the tales of the fiends.
A writer and a poet,
He was educated much.
Geometry, algebra, Alchemy
And magickal incantations' need.
From the cup of occult knowledge
He drank deep...
Driving a normal person
To madness or beyond.
Alhazred was once a normal man,
With desires like we all can.
He was Arab by birth,
With a pale skin in rebirth.
Being labeled the mad,
As he was once a dad.
But had to eat his child,
By the King of the Palace's might.
He wrote down the Necronomicon,
In more than one song...
The obscure, the forgotten,
The suppressed, the rotten.
Never meant to be read;
It causes insanity with speed.
Not interpreted rationally,
The thoughts cause a rally.
Alhazred was insane,
By the lore he learned within.
But he wrote clear,
With many a tear.
The state of the Universe,
In reality suspense;
Plaything of mad gods at best,
Sewer of evil in the north, south, east, west.
Humans dare not dream of this,
For their peaceful lives they cannot miss.
A warning and guide this book is,
And by the Djinns you do wish.
Alhazred died, not a mystery,
It is written in history.
In the marketplace,
He was erased.
By the Demon from beyond,
Who wanted him gone.
Blood upon the sand,
There he was banned.
In broad daylight,
With many a sight.
He meddled with evil things,
With beings with wings.
He is now dead,
After he bled...
No one speaks of those events
the evening when a soul was required for the game
when four young kids called out into a realm
they did not understand; opening a door that would not be
closed unless one should be offered as a sacrifice.
Is this hazy specter beyond the glass, beyond reflection that very soul;
the ghost that will not let go?
The horses all wept and sweating in fright.
As the skies all burned on this auspicious night.
She bled from her womb as they entered the room.
The kings all took him for their private sight.
The screaming commenced as the dogs hit the fence.
Searching for the blood of the chosen
The Countess, she fled in her gown of all red
As she trailed behind her her fluid life.
This night was foresaw by the seers of the macabre
As they awaited the stars to align
Centuries past as impatience lasts awaiting this darkened sky
The kings smiled with greed on his blood they will feed
As they handed him to their magi
She fled and escaped for it was too late as the stars had already formed
The circle a formation of 13 was forth as they bled him with their sacred knife
As the life red was flowing their power growing and gave rise to an abomination.