By Draconis Blackthorne
Amidst the rain & fog
'Neath haloed street lamps did Darkness bear a son
While etheric birth did mote the new god of the masses
Elsewhere, a devil's tail lashed to life
Come through dimensions, trapezoidal manifestation
Daemon-spawn, through Hell's indulgent plateus emerged
The Mephistophelean spirit of the ages
Now black it stands
The dreaded monumental shape
A tribute to a nativity sublime...
The year struck Nine
Arose the tines
Thrust deeply in Belial's hearth
Horn & peak, a mighty voice
A scowling ceremony's choice
A noctuary hidden safe
Entrails ever digging deep
A roaring phantom rarely seen
Haunting darkened walls...
The Black Flames kindled
The Blindlight dwindled
As Love & Birth & Death by Devil's hand
Was cast across the world
Arise! Arise! The word was brought
The everliving statements of Shaitan
The Devil's Hammer pounding fierce
Resonates the heartbeats of the Strong
To smash, to build, for preservation
To move ahead, but to look back
To contemplate what was & is to be again...
The hordes are born
A generation graced with diabolic wisdom
To pass through flames & purify
Returning to the Darkness that shines in every beast...
The piercing gaze that met My eye
One dark & gloomy eve
My mind did blend with tongue of flame
The Luciferic torch was sparked
Embraced the God within...
Written as a Memorial & Ode to A Sinister Mentor, Dr. Anton Szandor LaVey, who has become an Immortal Legend, & whose memory remains in My Black Heart which burns with the Infernal eternal flames of Lucifer. HAIL SZANDOR! HAIL SATAN!