Wicked Walpurgis Winds flow…
he Gates are opened in this Walpurgis season, the wicked winds from Great Black Wings of The Draegon course up from Hell through canyons and valleys, across plains, woodlands, beaches, lakes, and deserts, possessing minds in passionate thrall, from which the Shadow Daemon comes forth, amidst candlelight, casting fearsome reflections from within and without.
An Invitation to imbibe from omnipotent cranial cups upon serpentine stems and taloned base, the vitality of immortality, gathered of diabolically impaled sacrificial justice and lustful elixirs sublime. The blade hewn in sulfur flames gleams by Lucifer’s eminence in ebon darkness, reflecting the flickering Pit.
The quaking of cloven hoofs grow ever closer, with a rumbling heard and felt across the world, sparks of fury igniting mighty flames to reach the darkened skies, painting an abyssal tapestry wherein the face of Satan manifests, whom as The Lord of The Earth, and beloved Lilith, Queen of Delights, bestow infernal blessings of myriad pleasures of the flesh, to be claimed and taken in kind by Children Of Darkness fane.
From secret chambers in darkened lairs and wilderness spots of unhallowed ground, struck through by lightning and thorny vine, by the chanting of Sorcerers, great currents are unleashed, and by The Signs engraved by black flame, we bring The Is-To-be through timeless dimensions, Daemonic forms through Trapezoidal thresholds unto reality’s firmament. ∞
Shemhamforash! Hail Hexennacht! Hail SATAN.
In Nomine Satanas,
WARLOCK DRACONIS BLACKTHORNE
Noctuary, Infernal Empire, Black Earth
Ideal Feast of The Beast: BBQ'd Meats and foods prepared upon grill or impaled upon an open flame pit.