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.