True Devotion

In deep devotion and respect

I kneel before the black-clad altar

with grief and glory, love and rage

sweet tunes and the Doomsday's hell-clang

playing in my dark soul's scenery

and beyond the frozen waste

divinity presents itself

A Satan's servant I am

a pupil of forgotten doctrines

of nature's grandeur, courage and self

true wisdom of my god

I choose to serve

without he bonds of the prayer-beads

without the collar of orthodoxy

Apotheosis of my human spark

shedding away its reptile skin

as the true light embraces these ravines of mortality

hell awakens and is conquered = by me

my own liege, my lord I am

channelling my magic

through this human focus

In the embrace of the divine flames I walk

had I tears, I'd weep for this splendour

the unseen temple portals open wide

in hilarious blasphemy or a manasir prayer

animal masks will betray the godly countenances

no dogma for the Satanic order

Lucifer's children are free