Via Tortuosa

Nightbringer

The perfected will of the sojourner of the serpents path 
is the will of Lucifer crowned, triumphant. It is the 
fulgurous diamond resplendent above the crowns of gods. 
Rapt in the burning catharsis of this enigma, feed all 
fears and desires to the flames of a rising conflagration 
of the soul, in a rite of self-immolation, a sacrament of 
cleansing fire. The flesh is the furnace of sacrifice 
that bathes the dark of the abyss in brilliant 
illumination so that one may behold the very face of the 
Devil who in turn is God, who in turn is “I”, engendered 
by naught but the radiance of the Absolute. Through the 
successions of descending chambers, chase the shadow of 
thy deific self through the sins of innumerable 
trespasses. Pit thyself against the Black. Let all 
violations be devoid of revulsion and adoration that they 
may conquer and seal the quintessence of their elemental 
forces within the “I”. The evocation and possession of 
all transgressions, sins and passions is a means to claim 
the Serpents tongue ones own, with which one might 
proclaim “I am!” in fulmination before all pantheons. The 
naked will of the perfected sorcerer is the anathema of 
god, for the nimbus of immutable being engulfs all 
divinities like a radiant inferno casting a deathly 
shadow across the face of the world.