When the veil is thin and the fires rise,

I call to the dark beneath the skies.

Through fallen leaves and shadowed flame,

I whisper softly the Ancient Name.

The earth sighs deep, the spirits wake,

Old gods stir as the boundaries break.

By blood and bone, by ember’s glow,

I walk the path where few dare go.

SATHANAS, Lord of the endless night,

Crown me now in your blackened light.

Through death’s sweet gate my soul shall tread—

With life renewed, where all things dead.

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