Winter Forest

"Blackest Flame"

Deep within the withered souls of night,

Comes winds of past winters darkest heights,

Amid the baron misty forest along frozen pines,

Emerges black flame like some sacred relic in time.

Messages from akasha flow as if some wintry powder,

Realizing it was sent by the demons from our lord father.

Our Creator

"Lord Satan"

Father Satan is our friend, he always looks out for his own,

Encourages us all to succeed, while keeping gentiles strong.

I've dedicated myself to our great Lord Satan without a doubt,

For he is our true creator God, ignoring those that are without.