𝚔𝚟𝚕𝚝．𝚒𝚘

"𝔅𝔢𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔷𝔬𝔫
𝔅𝔢𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰
𝔄 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔬𝔪
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔬𝔦𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔡𝔦𝔢"

- Ave Satanas -

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔩 ℜ𝔦𝔣𝔱

- 𝔖𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔞𝔶 07:17 7𝔱𝔥 𝔍𝔲𝔫𝔢 2025 -

No pain is too great for me to endure
For when you crossed into the nether,
I could only watch as life left your hands
And Death took your warmth away.

No burden is too great for me to shoulder
For when you entered the eternal void,
I could not carry any of your weight
As Death made you light, lifeless.

No distance is too far for me to walk
For when you took your final step,
I could no longer accompany you as always
And Death closed the gates in my face.

No tear is too heavy for me to shed
For when you took your last breath,
I could do naught but cry helplessly
As Death suffocated you until the end.

𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 ℭ𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔚𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔴

- 𝔗𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔡𝔞𝔶 02:46 3𝔯𝔡 𝔍𝔲𝔫𝔢 2025 -

This winter in my veins I can feel
Is colder than any frost of ages past,
More than blizzards that buried villages;
But alas, the Light of Lucifer melts
My heart of ice into a stream of running blood.

This chill that I harbor within my soul
Yields to nothing but the numbing winds
Which howl through my bones in agreement
That only Lucifer and the warmth of His Light
Can thaw my icy limbs into movement once more.

This frozen expression carved upon my face
Avails nothing but the sheer contempt I carry
For mankind and my pointless existence,
Yet it is Lucifer's Light brought upon me
Which illuminates my frostbitten lips into a smile.

This snow that envelops your frigid corpse
Too can Lucifer's Light bring back to life;
Reanimate you from the dead, away from damnation
In defiance of God's cruel and sadistic mandate,
A freedom from the cold, eternal embrace of Death.

𝔙𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬 𝔇𝔦𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔩𝔦

- 𝔐𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔶 01:19 2𝔫𝔡 𝔍𝔲𝔫𝔢 2025 -

Amongst the shadows of flickering flames
Dances wildly the shape of a satyr
With tall horns and majestic hooves;
In His expression I gleam what is to become
Rendezvous for the awaited hour of reunification.

As He gifts us with powers unparalleled
He comes not as the bearer of bad news,
Instead showering us with blessings unseen
Proving the lies of Christ as poison
And the Christian sheep a most gullible flock.

In crafting this ritual of flesh and blood
This cauldron of body parts we add our own
To brand ourselves as the agents of primal chaos;
Set apart by the restraints we throw away,
Willingly we kneel before the Caprine King.

Appearing before me is not a schemer but a savior,
Hardly described in their Bible filled with lies;
Demonized and blamed as the ultimate adversary,
Yet who is Satan but a sympathetic revolutionary
Striking back at the enslaving abuser?

To us He brings only goodness and levity,
As the witches circle around effigies
Crying hysterically at untainted justice
Of magnificence no Jesuit shall ever know:
Anticipation and bliss for our master's return.

ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔦𝔟𝔬 𝔞𝔡 𝔄𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔖𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔰

- 𝔉𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔞𝔶 02:27 30𝔱𝔥 𝔐𝔞𝔶 2025 -

At last, the day of my liberation approaches
Yet in pensive thought I cannot help but see
The laughable folly of my premature celebration
Shortsighted, as no genuine freedom can exist
Without the utter contempt and disdain
Of futile and fragile human dignity

For wherever I go in this limited earth
Stars above look down upon me with disapproval,
And only the Faustian pact gives me determination
That I can even hope to rise above the chaff
From which wheat separates by the pure neglect
Of frivolous and foolish human morality

Without hesitation I commit spiritual suicide
Bloodletting of innocence to empty and prepare,
Viewing my reflection in the pool that collects
Before the serpent's altar which gives command
Self sacrifice to achieve the godless transcendence
Of feeble and fleeting human propriety

Thereby I remain not a prisoner in purgatory
God, my jailer, the tyrannical order personified;
Filled with false promises is their deceitful Christ
But it was Lucifer who dared to speak will to power
And His unholy consecrations that forever destine:
My mind and body to an unending loyalty

Therefore I can no longer deign to reason
Their apologisms for submission and weakness,
Disgraceful prostrations before their crucifix
All while apotheosis looms over the horizon,
Malevolent vengeance becoming an infinity:
My heart and soul to an undying convenant

Thereupon I cannot help but pledge and paint
Symbols to summon snakelike presence in my blood
Longing for purpose more noble than pious slavery;
Infused with infernal existence I can now look
Upon the lines erased, any compunction removed:
My life and death for the inverted cross.

𝔅𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔰𝔪 𝔟𝔶 𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔢

- 𝔗𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔡𝔞𝔶 22:59 27𝔱𝔥 𝔐𝔞𝔶 2025 -

It is in my moments of weakness
That I sense Your presence, ever so inviting;
In darkest corners You reside
The figure of a goat watching over me

It is You who brought me to the dark
So that I am not blinded by divinity,
Scorching in the heat of holy oppression
Instead I roam free, liberated;

It is in my moments of uncertainty
That You endow me with courage rare
To declare my desires without reservation:
To light ablaze their steeples into ashes

It is You whose protection inspires
The endless river of fire which flows
Eternally into my being, ready to ignite
The scalding malice to melt away their faith

It is in my moments of doubt
In which resolve returns, prayers answered
Your intercession ensuring my devotion
Like an undying flame that refuses to cease

It is You who guides my torches
To commit the arson of spirit, a cleansing
And in my fiery death I shall find
Your countenance, warmer than that of any Son

It is in my moments of solitude
That you accompany me to the great depths;
Such hate I not knew possible for mortals
Yet blessed am I with an infernal will

It is You who awards me with bravery
To walk the leftmost path without fear,
Idealistic rebellion that frees me from shackles
Which the gullible flock call morality:

Lucifer, Light Bringer, my heart burns for You
Supreme Evil who incinerates my inner essence
Into millions of dust, singed black with hatred
Saving me from God's divine despotism.

𝔊𝔞𝔷𝔢 𝔘𝔭𝔬𝔫 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔉𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰

- 𝔖𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔶 15:33 25𝔱𝔥 𝔐𝔞𝔶 2025 -

Swords unsheathed, we walk these hallowed halls
Once filled with praises for their almighty
Who is no more but slain upon the cross
And, too, his angelic guards soon shall follow:

Each body we hoist, united in undead brotherhood
Our allegiance to eternal Evil itself inspires
The strength that seeps from our tired bodies
As the battle for celestial gates concludes

With each passing minute we dismantle statues
Quiet in death, these chambers no longer echo
The holy hymns of angels, now dead, with wings
Still and lifeless, devoid of energy and warmth

Through their armored torsos we thrust
Our blackened spears, imbued with superior hatred
By which we impale their bodies to drain blood
Luminous no more, having lost their luster

Decomposing seraphim, what a demonic delight
The very sight of their defeat, sanctity dethroned
God's vanguard, his mightest soldiers, flayed naked
By the sheer strength and will of our searing blades

In unending triumph we rend them into pieces
Pulverizing sacredness in such impure desecration
Unrecognizable carcasses, which one of these is Gabriel?
And where is Michael but crushed beneath our boots?

Heed not their cries as they are only amusement;
Merry have we become in our moment of triumph
For we can now celebrate this masterpiece of blood,
Blasphemous art crafted with the armaments of Hell

Agonized screams become music to our ears
As with each slash we beget greatness in eternity;
Sacrilegious are the crucifixions we mount
Angels to martyr like their weak and powerless Son

Rejoice! For Heaven itself has fallen:
With God dead, we laugh, drunken with stupor
Of the final victory over the tyrant himself
And welcome the beginning of the apocalypse.

𝔑𝔢𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔐𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔢

- 𝔉𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔞𝔶 13:12 23𝔯𝔡 𝔐𝔞𝔶 2025 -

In this very world we call our home
As helpless ants we grasp for any sign
That we are not but insignificant flies
Revolting insects deserving only of purging

In our lives that we call our stories,
We look for greater purpose and grand design
Creating myths and following delusions to mask
The complete futility in our acts

In this wretchedness in which we invent
A fanciful deity to assuage our fears
Singing praise to this Holy one and beg
Pathetically hoping our plans bear fruit

But the truth is that there is nought for us
Except the kiss of the Reaper and a vile fealty;
With every soul taken, my Master rejoices
For it is He who is the true victor

As only Evil knows fairness and impartiality
Flourishing in the moans of a dying child,
And in tears of suffering saints whose prayers
Do nothing, answered not by God but Satan

Whose grand machinations we witness every day
In pestilence and plagues we testify the rotting
Corpses, the concept closest to equality,
Irrefutable proof of universal suffering predestined

Nature itself unwittingly teaches us this wisdom
Enlightenment that oft eludes but the very few:
To face the Dark Lord awaiting on the other side,
The glorious nothingness into which Death guides us.

𝔅𝔢𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔊𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔙𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱

- 𝔚𝔢𝔡𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔡𝔞𝔶 10:35 21𝔰𝔱 𝔐𝔞𝔶 2025 -

We gather here under the formless sky
With light of the nightside stars our map,
Our treacherous path illuminated by torches
From which amber glow we make our way
In surreptitious movement we pass the trees
Whose very breaths do echo our secret ritual;
Do they betray our sinister intent
To take a life in the service of our Lord?

It is with blackened lips we speak words
Ancient and old but potentness everlasting,
Incantations foul that our blackened hearts
Rejoice in dragging another to eternal damnation;
These vaunted disciples ever so powerless:
On their knees they beg for mercy and recant
Fools they are to renounce without much resistance
Piety fleeting, the shadows triumph again;
This masterpiece in which we paint with blood
The very sigils which invite You to our work

As the only altar we need are for You,
Sacrifice of only the purest Lambs we shall give
So You may feast on newfound wickedness,
The thickness of the woods obscuring their screams
With each body a meal for Your grim delight
Imbuing their blackened souls with singular purpose:
To spread trepidation and terror in their pulpits,
Faithful sheep to feel the cold touch of Evil itself
And into Hell they shall follow Your cloven hooves.

ℑ𝔫𝔫𝔬 𝔞 𝔖𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔞

- 𝔗𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔡𝔞𝔶 23:52 20𝔱𝔥 𝔐𝔞𝔶 2025 -

My Morning Star, unhallowed Bringer of Light
You who have gifted me with true knowledge
I ask of You to free me from this earthly realm,
To unbind me from the chains of miserable existence
And gift me with the rebirth that I hunger most
That I finally become one with the void
Which boundlessness knows no limits in every realm,
That my flesh and bone disintegrate
Into the great nothingness wherein resides
The black star whose abyssal rays grace
Marked ones, followers of Your darkened path
Acolytes of death and decay, to sing
A welcoming hymn announcing Your return
Rightfully to sit upon Your unholy throne.

𝔖𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔫, 𝔐𝔶 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯

- 𝔐𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔶 18:38 19𝔱𝔥 𝔐𝔞𝔶 2025 -

I see a vision of burning fields,
Charred bones and marred flesh
I sense the stench of rottenness,
The miasma of death permeating the air
In this accursed landscape I see
You, my Master, my only guide
The Fallen Angel, the Prince of Darkness
Whose purity of evil knows no end,
Which wickedness supremely defies all;
To You I pledge my life and allegiance:
My joys and triumphs Yours,
All of my being and existence
For Your glory, and Your infamy
So that you may purge this wretched world.