As the hellfires rage this night, and the icy grip of Winter spreads across the land, so may we recall the festivals of flesh from time immemoriam, which the children of darkness throughout the ages have celebrated. Amidst demonic laughter, may this night be spent in indulgent feast and drink, as the amber demoness in invoked in all of her forms, so The Gates are cast open!
And from frozen stalactite-laden wombs of the black earth, the beasts call up from the abyss, arising in sulphurous plumes, warming the flesh with the black flame of Satan! Come forth, this Solstice night, brothers and sisters from Hell, as the words are spoken and the names are called! Covering the heavens in tenebrious countenance, Lucifer casts His cloak across the expanse thereof, with darkness piercing through flesh and bone!
The Black Earth sleeps and shall rise again, in all resplendant beauty, bringing forth myriad forms of life to grace Belial again! And through this enchanting fog, the glow of the moon casts ghostly shadows, wonderful to behold.
In the name of Satan,
Warlock, Church of Satan.
Winter Solstice, XL Anno Satanas.