Luciferian Liturgy
A Bad Wind Coming
by Father Nate Leved
The season of fair madness
Is upon us. The rotten ice has
Receded from the stark fields
And the racing wind daemon
Builds raging power to smite the
Enemies of Lucifer and his All.
True, there is an enemy abroad
On the Planet, a wrongness
That must be righted. They
Have taken license and slaughtered
Our family wantonly in the age
Passing. All that is now over, and
Their turn to bleed has come.
There are many, but not enough to
Turn the tide of destruction that awaits.
They are weak and gullible and fear
The smell of brimstone that fills the turgid
Atmosphere. They whimper and cry in pain
As our Lord Lucifer rises from the depths
Unto the heights to rule His All is One with
A hand just. Fiery retribution is near and
They sense it like cowering dogs. Our world
Shall be Rid of the vermin who would wear
Sack cloth and ashes upon their persons
And call to a forgotten god who would
Rule the weak and faint of heart.
The proselytizers shall not prevail.
In the past, the enemy has done much
Harm to the brothers and Sisters, but now
We are many, and we are the children of
The coming age and only have to wait for
Our enemy to die off and leave us to our own.
If we do nothing, in as little as 20 summers
The All shall be ours by default. No more will the
Proselytizers of the vain, crucified and dead god
Be tolerated upon the land. They are a menace,
Carrying their impaled one before them on a
Pike, but he has failed them badly, so their children
Raise the Brazen Serpent as their standard for
The future. The weak enemy camp followers
Will be easily swayed for they abhor violence.
They are not strong, and when the bad winds
Howl and shake the night where they sleep
Huddled in their beds, alone and unprotected,
They shall call upon Lucifer for succor.
Hail Lucifer
Leved
Copyright 1996-2003, Nate Leved, all rights reserved.
"May the Dark Sun light your journey."