VI: The Satanachist's Credo
Delete my name from the book of life! Inscribe it in the book of death! The eternal adversery, the Might which sets in motion! Sic dedo me! I liberate myself. Sic exeo me! I exalt myself. Sic damno me! I damn myself! The bleeding chest, cut with the Devil’s sign In my boughs the thunder has found its nest! Storm! Upwards! The redness of clouds above us! Blood – red wound in the sky. Sic dedo me! I liberate myself. Sic exeo me! I exalt myself. Sic damno me! I damn myself! Which is the most perilous of all the ways? Where is the deepest abyss of hell? That is where I follow, such a world I desire! The world which shall not bring dishonour on us! Sic dedo me! I liberate myself. Sic exeo me! I exalt myself. Sic damno me! I damn myself! For the two snakes in one, devouring their own tail! Behold, the Gates are opening! The Burning Circle is enclosing everything in its self, is enclosing everything outside of its own self, is enclosing me around its self.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
All the motion has ceased And the ever turning wheel has stopped. The wheel of the four fiery daggers The daggers which create The daggers which destroy Has stopped Exploring the frontiers Overstepping the limits Consuming life How to find the destiny The next step beyond the well known world Of archetypes, dogmas and ideas. Beyond the self full of opposites Deriving from the same primaeval matter of creation... Only one more step And the eternal circle Of the four fiery daggers The eternal circle Shall be ruptured The bitter taste of victory! So it is not the end yet, the curse of life. Fight, not only exist, live a great life, die a great death. Until the wheel of the four fiery daggers stops...
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Not works of art, but swords of death Not art but war Not artists but warriors It is an act of will Not some dead art Created not by artists But by warriors Our life imitates this art We are true Great visions we did have But the true art is To make these visions real. We dream but we also create We dream but we also destroy Destroy We create New aeons, new Empires, new times, New species We destroy New aeons, new species, new people Aeons, times, people
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Ich habe den Gipfel des Weltberges bestigen... Und dort eine Stimme wie donner Kriegsgeschrei. Life implies war and death, death implies War as well. Passivity means war, activity means war. Harmony means war, disagreement is war. Excess is war, absence is war. Die Kraft die aufbaut und zerstört. Die Kraft die zerstört und aufbaut. The fury of the elements, the rage of predator, creating and passing away. Eternity, behold her true countenance. Eternity, her cruel beauty. Die Kraft die aufbaut und zerstört. The eternal war, the eternal self creation, The eternal war, the eternal self destruction, The mystery of the dualistic pleasures. The war goes on But it's beyond good and evil The war without the aim The war without the end The war without will To revolve, eternally, to be the part of the great wheel, Or to go against it...
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
THE WHEEL REVOLVES ROUND I have been observing the herd 'I' IS IN THE MIDST OF THE UNIVERSE the grazing cattle THE CENTRE IS EVERYWHERE one wolf against thousands of lambs THE CIRCLE ENCLOSES EVERYTHING the wyrd revealed THE WHEEL REVOLVES ROUND the place in the cosmic order 'I' IS IN THE MIDST OF THE UNIVERSE by desire, by passion, by will THE CENTRE IS EVERYWHERE I do follow my cosmic destiny THE CIRCLE ENCLOSES EVERYTHING much less, much more than I was THE WHEEL REVOLVES ROUND THE GAMMADIAN ALCHEMY THE UNIVERSE REVOLVES ROUND cztery ogniste sztylety, rytualny taniec obracają się w moim sercu, ta śmierć jest życiem jestem w nich, one są we mnie gdy koło - ODWIECZNE KOŁO OBRACA SIĘ the four fiery daggers, the ritual dance revolve in my heart, this death is life I'm in them, they're in me, as the wheel THE WHEEL REVOLVES ROUND
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
The whirlings of the universe, the unspeakable variety. Dimensions of existence, the mystical arch-machine. Worlds, objects, people - not a single one equal with another. Not a single one indifferent to another. Hate loathes love, love loathes hate - such is the eternal struggle: destroy, create. "Drive your cart and plough through the bones of the dead" Decimate one another, weed them out, forget all their names, the cattle herds. The undefinable, mystical quality of disease and death. Death! Full to overflowing, the world in shambles. It all will be gone, no more disgrace... "One has to die proudly if one cannot live proudly any more..."
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Through the worlds and times! The spirit of the expanding universe, the deity of war and conquest, the active power of the cosmos… (I’m the wolf, I’m the ghost, I’m the blood, I’m the death, I am the forgotten wrath) Through the worlds and times, without the beginning, without the end. The Race of Conquerors! To live on an Island of ignorance? On the ocean of infinity? That was not enough.. (I’m the wolf, I’m the ghost, I’m the blood, I’m the death, I am the forgotten wrath) To where the world is to be conquered! To where the warrior is to be defeated! Our thoughts, our deeds echo in the universe! The songs about us are woven by the Eternity herself! (I’m the wolf, I’m the ghost, I’m the blood, I’m the death, I am the forgotten wrath) The Race of Conquerors! Hail! Hail the lord who makes this kingdom remain in motion! Galaxies, immensities, continents, oceans. A lust for conquest! The Emperor who makes this kingdom remain in motion! Imperator Mundi… Through the worlds and times! Everything goes back, comes forth. Without the beginning, without the end. To survive – the only truth. To conquer – the only truth. To persevere till the end – the only truth. Like the wolf! Like the ghost! Like the blood! Like the death! Like the wrath!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Fire and water, let all these things be! And let them have their opposites! Let these things be! It is told among the wisethat the very first war began before the earth was shaped as we know it, before it was on the point to begin. And what they mean is that the eternal war, the conflict between the opposites is the basis of any movement, activity or life.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Valleys they delve and we will raise them up Mountains they carve and we will throw them down Seas they hollow and we will spill them And naught might have peace or come to lasting growth For that would create such a state to which we always oppose
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026