y the sulfur and brimstone of Belial, burning black earth with the flames of Hell, yielding shadowy visions reflective of The Abyss from caverns beneath unto burrowing twisted roots and spiraling thorns like claws climbing high to the darkening heavens, piercing the skies to bring forth The Devil's Storm, Dragon's breath and winged demon winds, torrents, gales, and whipping tails 'neath the harvest moon...
The Path to Hallow's Gate is there framed in bramble and oak, willow and birch - long is the way to Hell, paved in sweet sin, pleasures and treasures, trick or treat delights - treats for likened kind, tricks for those without, The Blessings of Hell flow cornu-copiously, Baphomet's Horns of Plenty, unleashed with tridents which are as crowns to The Lords of The Earth.
The Masks of Satan are myriad, opalescent in the darkness, each a specterous shade flickering from within The Phantom's hood, faces in the ornate black pane gazing back from the timeless dimensions of The Bestial Pit.
Above & Below, Leviathan emerges and submerges, the constant refrain, Ouroboros takes another turn. ∞
Shemhamforash! Hail SATAN.
In Nomine Satanas,
Warlock Draconis Blackthorne
Noctuary, The Draconian Empire
Autumnal Solstice, L A.S./ ∞ Anno Draconum.
Confirmation & Benediction: Continent on a previous arborial mutilage, the natural environment has been graced with two saplings this day of the Autumnal Equinox, gifts from Belial, that shall flourish resplendently.