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DEMONS OF HELL
Destroy all that is holy
DEMONS OF HELL
The "good" are weak and lowly
DEMONS OF HELL
Satanic Creatures of The Night
DEMONS OF HELL
Ascend & descend...
DEMONS OF HELL
See them rise...

In communion with The Horned One
Curses & Spells are placed on The Altar
Wishes are granted & Hexes are done
Execution of "god", then The Devil is praised
AVE SATANAS! We have Our way
The wings of Lucifer ride The Dark Skies
Eyes of Baphomet hypnotize
If you walk upon The Black Flames of Satan
Your destiny to rule The Earth!

When I see fireworks blasting in air, what I perceive is more truthfully the legend of Lucifer, the first rebel to raise Hell, even in the so-called kingdom of "Heaven", and in the true spirit of independence, took His leave to found His own with no Lords above or below. Immortal inspiration henceforth, Pioneers in whatever walk of life, whether traversing land, sea, or air, the arts & sciences, invention, explorers in the forbidden or untrodden realms of whichever occult mysteries and the depths of the earth, opening the way to evolution & progress, & The Gates of Hell.

So have yourself an Unholy, Ungodly, fun and unrepentant Independence Day! 

Lift thine horns, the Hell cannons blaze on through the night! 

HAIL LUCIFER! HAIL SATAN! ∞

In Nomine Satanas,

Warlock Draconis Blackthorne
The Black Earth, Noctuary, Infernal Empire
Independence Day, LIII

Been feeling pretty uninspired,

The irony my life has been spiraling,

Taking notes about my meditations and dreams,

Going back and forth with myself 'it isnt what it seems'

Even now, writing but not feeling the words,

'How do I feel, how do I feel'  no adjectives, no verbs, 

To describe my daily illusion, 

All the sick as fuck things ive been doing,

These thoughts and white bitches ive been consuming,

Jesus make me believe in you again,

I wanna believe my future could change if I could just see the light through you again,

These crystals around my neck are heavy but im not grounded,

Obsessing about all of the things around me,

Be mine, someone,

Ive lost my contentment,

If I dont feel another body against mine soon I might betray my commitments,

Light eyes give me hope,

I hope she never reads this,

Im an alien, on a terrace, just standing for what I believe in,

These silly words,

These silly words just giving you feeling,

I have none,

Empty but filled with so much expression,

The church would say your blessed and,

You are satan, for including your love for a woman within the same statement,

Im rambling now,

Lucifer the gardian angel of mine who wears a crown,

Send me down a blessing from the sky,

Perferrably a bitch with nice tits, pink lips, and a smile as sharp as a tooth pick,

Make her love me unconditionally even when im acting stupid,

Unconditionally even when im disillusioned...

Oh, and send me a bag of money.

Living in the depths of hell

spawned of an evil seed

He curses pearcing dregs of light...

Drawn to the darkness

for eternity'

This is not rehearsal,
the blood you see is real.
There will be no reversal,
these scars will never heal.
No masquerade is allowed here,
be sure your weapon's sharp.
Your nemesis can smell your fear,
like honey, in the dark.
Interacting with pure blood,
smeared with hallowed stain.
Gore he can't get enough of,
wet dreams of your pain.
Dancing with the spectral Death,
Jezabelian scheme;
You won't feel His claws or breath,
before He hears you scream.
He has been around for aeons
He designed the game.
His specialty is crucifixion,
do you know His Name?
Competition's stiff; mindless zone,
where the trophy case stays filled,
better leave the Origins of chaos alone,
let it balance karma at will.
" Oh", you say, you "thought" you knew,
familiar tactics, sure.
Well, I feel sorry then for you...
let's ask Lucifer...."