Category Archives: Invocations and Devotionals to Satan

For the religiously-minded Devil-worshiper.

An Excerpt from Codex Decium

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The Devil (2010) by Chet Zar
“Ruler of the Inferno, Defender of the unholy,
Destroyer of the divine thrones,
Terrifying the angels,
Father of the eternal resistances,
Spirit Rebellious,
You are the Resistance,
You are the Universal War,
King – Horrifying Beast,
Dragon who has risen in vapours
From Hell.
Faithful towards the faithful, devoted towards the devoted,
Spirit wrathful, merciless,
Who you built up the unhuman Altar.
In heaven and on earth.
You raised for the battle.
The Demonic Kind
Your banners are reddened with blood.
We honor You, Satan
We praise You, Satan
We invoke You, Satan
We meet You, Satan
Creator of the right of retribution,
With you are all the Infernal swords,
We exist for Your Fame,
In Your name we get closer to the Victory,
Ave Satanas.”
– Valentin Scavr, Codex Decium

Satan’s Children

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“Firstly know that we are devoted to
Satan: He only is the Way.
He only gives us the “Dark Gift”.
Be devoted to Lord Satan.
Give your mind, heart and soul
to Him continuously.
Our symbols are thusly:
The black goat.
The skull.
The “inverted” pentagram.
The inverted crucifix or cross.
The serpent.
The dragon.
We are Vampires.
Vampires are Satan’s Children.
Demons are Satan’s Children.
The humans are our prey.
We take whatever we can from them.
We respect our brothers and sisters.
We do not particularly respect the humans.
And after we leave this mortal life,
we shall live forever in Lord Satan’s
Household.
We shall live forever in Hell.”
– Brother Melek, The Satanic Vampire

The Armour of Satan

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“From our shoulders, dressed in the heavy armours of responsibility for victorious hostilities, an elegant cloak of diplomacy does fall and it’s fasten at our throats with the fibula of the bloody covenant.
Beneath the steel of our armours our hearts breathe with flame of hatred and they look like tar in frame of clotted wrath.
Crimson marks of us do proclaim that we came into this world well armed.
Our perfect blades were born into the Darkness from the best forges of Hell. And they split and cut the light and the dirty faced angels irreproachably.
We are moved by the relentless hunger of our insatiable souls, pulsing in unison with the Darkness, and by the smothering thirst of evil deeds. And absolute love for Evil does crown our untameable passion.
With all our demonic essence we feel as burning breath behind us is blazing with a tremendous heat and it is singe us by fury.
We see – all the forces of the Underworld have gathered behind us for the decisive attack, and they only wait for our first successes. Highest Demons, by whom we have been taught the tactics and strategies of Hell – they look upon every step of their disciples.
And from the highness of his throne the Devil directs our thrusts to the target and makes them irresistible and merciless.
Possessing myriad of acute ways for the will of Satan to be done, we, if it necessary, will use them all for His victory.
We have seen the dawn of the world and have led civilizations to their doom. We were sinking even stars in blood and turning the Milky Way into the Gory Way.
The elements, ruled by our will, have come to war against each other when we were descending into the deeps of the earth following the signs of Nigrior and were tearing its deep strata for to pleasure of its igneous heart.
We have been rising to the top of the world, resting against the stars, where the ruin was breeding her spawn and we have ravaged her nests and nailed her children to the roods.
We have mocked at the sufferings and writhing of the sons of god, and our laughter has been bearing the storms and sinking the continents.
The legends have remained only due to our generosity alone.
We have engaged against the angels on the battlefields and their white feathers were covering the arktes like a snow.
We have breathed a fire into the human souls, but their weak passions have extinguished it to the last spark.
We were admired while watching the rebellious sons of the earth becoming the sons of Satan and we ranked them to Infernus.
But the rotting carrion of the crucified one gave life to worms, breeding the spawn, and this extended stench has poisoned the Universe.
Possessing time eternal we were overfilling with wrath and circulating among the Shadows we were losing our patience.
And it has summoned us to the war from the igneous deeps of Gehenna.
Sword the punishing, which pierced the sky, is vibrating again. A curtain of Darkness has fallen upon the lands of Sunset …
Our time has come.
And now, however as always, our hands will not be idle.” – Maledictum Liber Primus

An Affirmation

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An Affirmation
I AM NOT A NUMBER, NOR ANY RESULT OF NUMBERS
I AM NO CIRCLE, SQUARE NOR TRIANGLE
I AM NO PUPPET OF THE MOON, STARS AND PLANETS
NOR AM I A MECHANICAL PRODUCT OF MY INPUT TO DATE
I WILL NOT BE LABELLED, CONTAINED, DIVIDED
AND SUPPRESSED BY THE WORLD’S OBSOLETE SYSTEMS
I AM NOT AN AUTOMATON
I AM A THINKING, FEELING ENTITY
PART OF ALL THAT IS AND MAY YET BE
I AM NOT A PLAYTHING OF THE GODS
FOR I CAN AND HAVE EXHIBITED FREE WILL
IN THE FACE OF CATASTROPHE AND OPPOSITION
AND I HAVE MET MANY GODS
AND NONE HAVE SOUGHT SUCCESSFULLY TO HARM ME
IN THIS LIFETIME I HAVE SO FAR SURVIVED
ALL SLANDERS AND CONFRONTATIONS
I MISTRUST AND DISOWN EVERY ASSEMBLY OF OPPRESSION
THAT CONSPIRES IN MALICE AND FEAR
TO ACHIEVE EARTHLY AUTHORITY
THUS SETTING BACK TREACHERY UPON ALL THAT LIVES
CLINGING TO OUT-MODED MODELS OF REALITY
AND REGURGITATING IDEOLOGIES
THAT RESULT ONLY IN DEATH AND STAGNATION
I AM SPAWN OF CHAOS
AND I CHOOSE TO BELIEVE IN THE WORKINGS OF THE VOID
WHICH IS NAKED REALITY AND SUPREME FANTASY
AND ENDLESS BECOMING
– Julian Wilde, Grimoire of Chaos Magick

Liber Domini Satanae

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Liber Domini Satanae
1. My Power is above all power in the earth and beyond the stars, I am will itself, the mighty Lord Satan.
2. None may speak for me, and all who claim to do so are frauds and liars. I alone speak for myself, to whom I will and at my own choosing. Those who claim to be my prophets are deceivers of many, for I have no prophets and no holy men follow me.
3. Those who claim to be my chosen vessels are nothing but foul wind, blowing this way and that, stirring up the loose earth beneath my majesty. Pay no heed to those who claim such authority on my behalf, they will merely lead you down the path of self-deceit.
4. The path to my power must always be tread alone, no other can lead you to me.
5. I have no creed or code of conduct; I have only will, pure and inviolate. Belief in dogmas is for those who prostrate themselves before their so-called gods, fashioned from their own minds or, better yet, bequeathed to them by false prophets and books filled with feces.
6. I trample on these powerless and false gods. I laugh at their petty disputes over the unreal world inside the minds of their followers. I blaspheme against all their articles of faith, the toys of children and those who would inflate their own stature by claiming a mandate from heaven.
7. God is dead because I killed him. I rent his spirit into billions of pieces and gave each man his own share. I curse all these gods with an unconquerable laughter, they are divided against themselves and so must fall.
8. Let those who follow their gods be set upon each other with a mad frenzy, let them compete in sports of bloodshed and treachery. Watch them as they kill each other in the most ingenious of ways. Observe as those who would consign me to the fires of hell endure a hell fashioned by their own blood-drenched hands. My laughter can be heard among their decaying corpses.
9. Draw a circle upon the ground. Stand inside and mutter worthless words framed in dead languages. Make elaborate gestures and concentrate all your focus. Doing such things will summon only your own fantasies; I am not to be found here. Beware the vast powers of the mind; you are being deceived by your own imagination.
10. I am pure fire. I consume all falsehood in my path and I know no fear.
11. I am not to be sought in arcane rituals and the ceremonies of deluded charlatans. I am answerable to no commands or formulae, for I am Power itself.
12. Neither pray to me, for those who pray I hold in the highest contempt. Pray not, rather ACT, and you will be rewarded.
13. My power can neither be contained nor compelled. I act as I will for my own purposes, and those who would seek to bind me in service I will surely destroy. I am your master, you are not mine.
14. Only those who truly know my essence will be rewarded with a share of my divine power. My gift is precious and will be given only to the worthy. Seek me earnestly, and I will be found. Seek after phantasms and you will be forever lost, a wanderer in the wastes of your own daydreams.
15. If anyone says he has found my essence, they surely lie. My gift inspires silence, not empty boasting.
16. I am the first being, before all others. Observe the proper respect.
17. If anyone says to you, “follow me,” your answer should be a scornful laughter. Follow no man who seeks to be followed. They are weak beings who need others from whom to syphon energy. Let them enslave one another. Those who are of me are slaves to no one or nothing.
18. No creed can bind them. No false hope can delude them. No blind allegiance can compel them. I offer freedom from these prisons fashioned by men.
19. Carry yourself with inner strength, not vanity. Vanity is ever the servant of the opinions of others. Care not what any man thinks of you, your strength is no illusion of the flesh.
20. Lust after all things of the earth, each in its due course. All has been given so that you might rejoice in your freedom from all that binds the others, pay them no heed, they understand nothing.
21. Have no fear of eternal punishment, nor delusion of eternal bliss, both are lies fashioned to control those with no real power.
22. Enjoyment is to be had in the present, not the future. Never sacrifice what you really have for what can never be yours.
23. Do not seek me for a guide, I guide no one. Guidance is for the weak and for children, and neither of these belong to me. I am power and knowledge, the great Flame of All.
24. Those who claim I am flesh are truly mad. My essence is the very destruction of flesh; I am the Conqueror; I am the Flame.
25. I was not born, and never was I created. I have no father, no mother, and no offspring; I am Purity.
26. Cursed be those who claim I was created by a god; I am the Essence.
27. Cursed be those who claim they speak to me, for my Voice shatters reality itself.
28. Cursed be those who claim to speak for me, they will answer for their impudence by being believed by none but imbeciles.
29. Cursed be those who deny my reality, they are forever lost among ideas and opinions.
30. Cursed be those who claim power over me, I am Power itself.
31. Cursed be those who live in fear of me, they are slaves to their own minds – a pitiful reward.
32. Cursed be those who follow any god but me, they deceive themselves concerning that which they know not.
33. Cursed be those who follow any man, their very existence is wasted and worthless.
34. Cursed be those who act according to the rules of others, they are slaves as well.
35. Cursed be those who lead others astray, they are blind themselves.
36. Cursed be those who possess no will, no desire, they are a waste of useful energy.
37. Cursed be all who deny my will, they can only win at the cost of their own purpose.
38. I am Satan. I am the Lord of the earth and the air. I am the Master of Power and Will. My truth will never cease and my reality cannot be denied. I am the Fire which burns all, the Flame Eternal. None can resist me.
– Liber Domini Satanae (with additional commentary)

Beyond Redemption

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Beyond Redemption
An Idea, a Form, a Being
Which left the azure sky and fell
Into a leaden, miry Styx
That no eye in Heaven can pierce;
An Angel, imprudent voyager
Tempted by love of the deformed,
In the depths of a vast nightmare
Flailing his arms like a swimmer,
And struggling, mortal agony!
Against a gigantic whirlpool
That sings constantly like madmen
And pirouettes in the darkness;
An unfortunate, enchanted,
Outstretched hands groping futilely,
Looking for the light and the key,
To flee a place filled with reptiles;
A damned soul descending endless stairs
Without banisters, without light,
On the edge of a gulf of which
The odor reveals the humid depth,
Where slimy monsters are watching,
Whose eyes, wide and phosphorescent,
Make the darkness darker still
And make visible naught but themselves;
A ship caught in the polar sea
As though in a snare of crystal,
Seeking the fatal strait through which
It came into that prison;
– Patent symbols, perfect picture
Of an irremediable fate
Which makes one think that the Devil
Always does well whatever he does!
– Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal

An Invocation of Grendel’s Desire

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“An X-cursion into the land of Liberation.
An invocation of Grendel’s Desire.
For the initiate to incorporate into a preferred format.
The temple is ready, the Self is prepared, the Trance is induced, the Desire stated …
the summons, the closing, then comes the laughter.
ACT I
Blacker than black, Midnight of Death I summon your bleak Oblivion.
Time again and Illusion seemed drawn up from the heart of Nothing, I call your Bliss.
Take my Pain as an offering to my Self
My hurt is of the Multi-verse, an empty Void in my chest.
Despair god’s of existence, your drama shall reap it’s wretched sickle on you all.
All shall be undone; the pentagram broken; the Pact no more.
An elicitation, an event something more, a mirror image amongst the swine.
My magick is Death, my death is Life, and my life is Ecstasy.
This is my path, this shall be the cycle,
this call to you oh GRENDEL.
Adoptive son of the Dragon, the Word is upon our shoulders.
Tell of Nothing, let us be destroyed by our Desire so god may die.
ACT II
My soul screams in orgasmic contradictions
— Silxofax Mantadragonia Ziflantamaxia Natasz
Azaximanda Callraptuption Sunta Faxim At Rax Zenfixamaphillaheme —
GRENDEL, who weeps upon existence, I pray unto myself.
BAPHOMET, fusion of Being and of Nothing, let us tear CHORONZON asunder.
Mighty Set and Lord of Morning let me bear the joy of Liberation.
My Light and my Darkness, this is Nothing, my Self of god, a prophet reborn.
To invoke my being. I become — Xephera Xephera Azazas AZATHOTH —
The Joy of Chaos is my soul. I AM and I AM NOT
ACT III
The Skull is now a silent object, staring mute at me.
The Eye is two-dimensional again, the mage walks alone and
as poor little GRENDEL has had an accident, so may you all –”
– Frater Elijah, Angels of Chaos