Poems, Prayers and Eulogies to Satan

Carcossa by James Page

The bells have rung and the temples shine Sweet, luscious grapes swell purple on the vine In the place that was Carcossa The Peacock King strolls majestically In more colors than mere human eyes can see In the place that's his Carcossa There are women of face and form so fine Their Demonic glow is unreached by time They stroll on streets of blue tile and light Strangers to fear with eyes as bright As a sunrise of wondrous orange and gold That kisses a nurturing land As a Sunsets magenta, within flames of red Painted by Satan's unseen hand They live in his place Carcossa Under domes of tile, perfect white and blaze red hills of green a multi-hue I saw orchards of dates and almonds Far lakes of purple and blue A place of health and growth back then A place I dreamed I once had been Our place was known Carcossa

Dante Kun HAIL SATAN!!

I used to walk in shadows, I used to feel restraint I used to look for meadows, so green in coloured paint My life was full of sadness, I used to be suppressed Though felt a grain of gladness, deep down inside my chest I knew it was maturing, just waiting to burst out The voice inside me warning, of those who are without I had to seek the Serpent, to give me hidden learning He knew I would be servant, of Hell and all concerning

I finally turned my back, on yahweh and his angels For all they did was hack, truth from the Demons’ Sigils For Enki is our Father, He gives us strength to fight Black Magick is the answer, to crush that xian might

Nazarene and his sheep, will lose the final battle With Satan we will beat, the Hell out of that cattle

Blood Dedicated I, am yours for life and more Hell’s soldiers we stand by, just open up that door The war will soon be won, Hell’s warriors over sheep They now will start to run, our knowledge is too deep So let this be our calling, the Divider’s now a Uniter

The Right Hand Path is falling, Hail Satan Stands Forever

To all my Brothers and Sisters HAIL SATAN !!!

-Grondwitch !

I CURSE JESUS!! by Leroy Anderson

I am asking all Satanists reading this to do daily Spiritual Warfare against these groups who have such hatred against Lord Satan and His teachings:

I SPIT ON JESUS, I PISS ON JESUS, I CURSE HIM DAY & NIGHT, MAY HIS KINGDOM BURN.

IN THE NAME OF SATAN, I COME AGAINST ANY AND ALL GROUPS OR PEOPLE WHO ARE TRYING TO FORCE SATANIC WEBSITES TO BE REMOVED BECAUSE OF THEIR UNGODLY CONTENT.

I SEND THE JUDGMENT OF LUCIFER TO THEM. I ASK YOU, LORD ENKI, TO DO WHATEVER IS NECESSARY TO BRING THESE PEOPLE TO THEIR SENSES. I BIND UP ALL THEIR ANGELS. I BREAK AND RETURN ALL XTIAN PRAYERS AND CURSES.

HAIL SATAN 4 EVER!!!!!!

Poem by Leroy Anderson

Here is a lil something I composed for Father. It isnt much, just my way of saying Thank you to Father. I first got the idea from my Demon who gave me the inspiration to do this & also put the words in my mind. Thank you. You're a true friend.

All alone on the hills of despair pleading to him who doesn't care

demanded my faith & drove me insane rewarded me with suffering & pain

My Lord My God take pity on me I am your servant loyal to thee

Get away you lowly slave said he I am jehovah your god almighty

Thou art not worth my attention Thou cry & suffer by my intention

Thou shalt not question my will Seeing thee suffer gives me thrill

I'm lost said I, my life is over My joy is gone, my battle's over

STOP!! said a voice full of concern Listen to me, Question & learn

For I am Lucifer bearber of light I shall assist you in this fight.

No longer shall you suffer & mourn My word is your sword reclaim your throne

For you are destined to be a God Never surrender, pick up your sword

Smite your enemy make him yell Drive him into the pits of hell

Satan is God,his empire survived The tyrant is dead my spirit revived

Hail Lucifer!!

For Vepar by James Page

Her voice a bell Her walk a dance Her sweet scent makes ravenous the sated Her eyes a well Her touch, sweet lance I'm her wolf, my breath is bated

Outcast

I have choosen this riality To be distant from society To be closer to the one Who is brighter then the sun

I'm not lost but I'm alone, I do know what's going on, I'm different from them all But in a good way after all

You might know him as Satan, Yes it IS the Shining One, He have thought me all I know And He didnt taken any toll

I'm free but I'm alone, That's ok, the life go's on Road is long and I do know, What will happen after all.

HAIL SATAN, for the one, Who is brighter then the Sun I'm with you and thats enought, Live an age with you like that.

HAIL FATHER SATAN!!!

-Dima Z.

Poem by James Page

Whirlwind night of rapture and metal blood Predates yahwe the lier, noah, the flood Of nine Rebel Orders he is mighty in two He chose a Left Hand Path, sliced the stars as he flew Twenty two legions await his Demonic Command Emerald eyes glow the sky, illuminating all land Ebony wings for velvet night, a demon grizzly on ground He carresses an alabaster viper, a three headed hound A great King of the Darkside, a warrior for Our One He knows the past and the future, all battles are won He knows secret locations where treasure's buried deep He commands ruby crystals of summoning, cold elixer of sleep His ebon armored troops are willing, jeweled commanders all loyal Each battle hard won, plants the Left in sweet soil His Mansion is blue diamond, his silver throne most ornate Fierce gargoyles of red crystal adorn his fired bronze gate He hears music in each planet, each fusion lit star As bold Demons with ancient weapons fly swift and most far War within many dimensions rages wild all about Brave Purson holds the netherworlds, refusing to route

James Page

The Satanic Advantage by James Page

Crisp and clean the sweet salt air Danced well her naked limbs Embattled mist and sun beware A mighty Demoness finally swims Once ensconsed, sensuous within silky mist Which Father Satan, excited, burns away Embraced by sea and emerald kissed Her wild curves now rule my day In her secret place water and fire collide Ancient cool and heat caress From a saphire embrace she'll never hide My very deepest needs she'll confess So I bake liquid sand, build my hottest fire I'll lick honey'd dew from pink petals sweet Her sacred fountain's nectar my desire Let her perfumed waters drown my heat.

The Satanic Warriors Dedication by James Page

I need no parents: Satan is my creator, Hell's Army my brothers and sisters, the earth my birthright, the dimensions known and unknown mine to travel at will!

I need no home: Satanic knowledge is my home, the chakras guide me home, meditation leads me home, Father Satan is my home.

I need no fear: Fear is the tool of the enemy so I do not give in to fear. I face fear and let it pass untill there is only me. I do not fear life or death , I do not fear the herd, those without, nor their herders.

I need not seek divine power: Father Satan has already provided divine power within me, I have the responsibility to earn it and grasp it!

I need seek no miracles: I am a miracle by Satanic design!

I need no herd principals: Satanic Right Action in all things becomes my guiding principal!

I need no earthly weapons: My weapons are Fathers weapons, unbound by earthbound mind or thought. Let the herd tremble!

I need no earthly tactics: The most powerful tactics are Fathers and he has made them part of me!

I need no earthbound mind: My Enki-given mind is my Fathers greatest gift, it is my armor, my tactics, my castle, my sword, it cuts without mercy through the herd-bound mind!

Satanist by choice and free will! my blood on the pledge! I hereby dedicate myself as a warrior for Satan and a soldier in Hells Army! I ask for nothing but the chance to earn my place within it's sacred ranks!

HAIL SATAN!

The Call to Lessons by James Page

Lesson one, our bodies: Father Satan has created our bodies with his own essence. Father Satan has revealed to us the true chakra system and how to train our bodies. Father Satan has given us the ability to achieve Godhead, to make our bodies powerful temples, free from the herd mentality and it's deceitful, destructive practices. It is Father Satan's will that we develop the bodies he made for us.

Hail Satan! We give thanks and praise for his noble sacrifice and continued battle on our behalf!

Lesson Two, We are Those Within and the earth is our training ground. We are Father Satan's by sacred blood rite and formal dedication. Father will provide us with life lessons to make us strong while we are on this earth. We do not fear these lessons, we thank him for the opportunity to grow!

Hail Satan! We give thanks and praise for his lessons.

Lesson three, There are no mistakes only lessons. The enemy makes mistakes, Satanists learn lessons. The enemy has problems, Satanists have challenges. Father Satans prime directive is to GROW. Satanic growth is done outside the herd and fear has no place in Father's lessons. We Within do not fear for fear is the tool of the enemy! Fear is the killer of growth! We Within are risk takers and we experiment. We succeed or fail according to Father's will, what we need to learn, and our strength we have grown at the time. Forgiveness is a fear-tool of the enemy, we ask none, we choose right action instead and learn. We Within make no mistakes, we only learn lessons!

HAIL SATAN! We give him thanks and praise for all lessons, growth, and strength!

Lesson four, Father's training is repeated in unlimited forms until we learn what we need to learn! Father will use others on the Left Hand Path, Demons, Demonesses, and whoever, and whatever he wills. He will protect us from yahweh and the angels but we know it is our sacred duty to grow strong enough to protect ourselves and eventually destroy our enemies, seen and unseen. Fathers lessons go on until we reach Godhead and are repeated until learned!

HAIL SATAN! We give him thanks and praise for his continued training! We become stronger as we grow!

Lesson five, We grow by going within. As we are stronger than the herd Father expects us to WORK! Satan opens the doors but we must walk through. The answers we search for lie within us! We open our chakras, increase our bioelectricity, fight the herd and it's monster, and earn our place in Hells Army!

Hail Father Satan for providing all answers within us!

The Invocation of Enki by James Page

From the royal blue flame within the mind of Enki Boldly illuminating the minds of all Banishing the place where true evil dwells We bring forth light on earth!

It was Enki's love that designed us as gods And his love still beats within our chests For we are those within We call forth Enki's light on earth!

From ancient time to future place We align our will with father Enki's will To serve the mission all Demons know and serve We call forth Enki's light on earth!

There is a sacred center And from it Enki called us forth And from it comes the plan for earth We call forth Enki's light to earth!

There is a way, The Left Hand Path This Path will seal the place where yahwe dwells And destroy the herd on earth We bring forth Enki's light to earth!

Hail Enki! Hail Satan!

The Litanies of Satan by Charles Baudelaire

O thou, of Angels loveliest, most wise, O God betrayed by fate, deprived of praise,

Satan, have mercy on my long distress!

O Prince of exile, who was dispossessed, Who ever rises stronger when oppressed,

Satan, have mercy on my long distress!

O thou who knowest all, Hell's sovereign, Known healer of mankind's afflictions,

Satan, have mercy on my long distress!

Thou who the lepers and pariahs doomed Show out of love the Paradise to come,

Satan, have mercy on my long distress!

Thou who in Death, your mistress old and strong, Breeds Hope - delightful aberration!

Satan, have mercy on my long distress!

Thou who dost give the outlaw the proud glance Which damns the crowd who watch his sufferance,

Satan, have mercy on my long distress!

Thou who dost know where greedy earth enfolds The precious stones a jealous God concealed,

Satan, have mercy on my long distress!

Thou whose clear eye knows the deep sepulchres Where multitudes of metals lie interred,

Satan, have mercy on my long distress!

Thou whose great hand conceals the precipice From the somnambulist whom roofs entice,

Satan, have mercy on my long distress!

Thou who by magic softens the old bones Of loitering drunks by horses trampled down,

Satan, have mercy on my long distress!

Thou who, consoling frail mankind in pain, Taught us to make our guns and gun-cotton,

Satan, have mercy on my long distress!

Thou who didst set thy mark, accomplice skilled, Upon the heart of Croesus harsh and vile,

Satan, have mercy on my long distress!

Thou who put into women's hearts and eyes The cult of wounds, the love of poverty,

Satan, have mercy on my long distress!

Staff of the exile and discoverer, Confessor of condemned conspirator,

Satan, have mercy on my long distress!

Father to those whom in his sombre wrath God drove from his Paradise on earth,

Satan, have mercy on my long distress!

Prayer

To thee, O Satan, glory be, and praise, In Heaven, once thy kingdom, the abyss Of Hell, where, now, thou dreamest silently Grant that my soul, one day, beneath the Tree Of Knowledge, may rest near thee, when o'erhead, Like a new Temple, its wide branches spread!