The True Blackness

A poem in praise of the Most High personified as such under the title of Satan, Satanas, Samael, and Satanael.

Drained bloodlines in the nest where the vampiric kin feeds,

Where time dissolves and matter forever bleeds,

It is there that a pulse stirs no timid god can chain—

Primordial, untamed fire, the darkest domain.

Through the Black Sun of Thagirion its current flows,

Through bone and root, through frost and throes.

It endlessly births and breaks, it gives and takes,

And from its unceasing wrath, the cosmos wakes.

Satan, Creator—lord of flame,

Satan, Destroyer—none shall tame,

Satan, Master—void enthroned,

Whose most sacred truth devours, whose law atones.

In shadow crowned, in dark secrets dressed—

He reigns in depths of True Blackness.

The unblackened earth convulses ‘neath His glare,

His sulfurous breath ignites the ashen air.

Eden's curse serpent rises, horned and crowned,

Where fallen angels proudly tread the ground.

The erect phallus of fertility pierces night’s skin,

Oroborus' seed of inevitable end and birth within.

The bloodiest horns stand guard by infernal gate,

Twin crimson crescents carved in hands of fate.

And in their ominous glow the strong ascend,

While weaklings burn, their sad whimpers end.

Through embrace of death new life is sown,

Through proper pain, the seed of might is grown.

Satan, Protector—black-winged fire,

Satan, Imperator—dark desire,

Satan, Master—void enthroned,

Whose eyes are diamonds of depth unshown.

All crowns fall low before His breath—

He dwells within the True Blackness.

Ashes float haphazardly across the poisoned sky,

Each spark a soul that burns and then dies.

The black soil drinks deep of blood, once truly pure,

And gives birth to a Nazaren-less world that will endure.

The wrath of Diabolus that razes also mends,

The path of great destruction in circle bends.

For from the earthly and heavenly ruin’s smoking pyre

Awakens Will—refined through the undying hellfire.

The flames of Moloch consume, yet also feed,

In death the lascivious children of Lilith breed.

No mercy soft, no grace of dawn—

The veil of Maya is torn, illusion revealed by gnosis gone.

Satan, Protector—endless flame,

Satan, Renewer—none to name,

Satan, Master—void enthroned,

Whose hands have shaped what gods disowned.

In ruin’s breath the luciferian seed takes rest—

And blooms beautifully within the True Blackness.

No heaven’s song, no angel’s prayer,

Can pierce the darkness of the night that festers there.

For ere the stars had dared to shine,

Lucifer's Black Flame stirred, immense, divine.

It coils like a serpent where silence births the sound,

Where all beginnings bleed profusely to the ground.

It waits where cosmic gods and ghosts decay,

To raise new suns shrouded in blackness from their dismay.

The Adversary—scorching flame and piercing frost—

The lord of all that man, made of clay, has lost.

He rends apart both royal peace and warlike pain,

And joins them in His dark, victory-proclaiming refrain.

Satan, Creator—Destructor—Renewer,

Satan, Eternal—the ever-truer,

Satan, Master—void enthroned,

Whose unholy name the stars have never owned.

His demonic kingdom vast, His dark throne endless—

The undead heart and core of True Blackness…