The Satanic Mass

From the album The Satanic Mass, by The Church of Satan, 1968

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Recorded at the Black House, Friday the 13th, September 1968

"...the first authentic recording in history of a Satanic ceremony..."

Note: To experience the sensation of actually being in this Satanic rite, listen to this recording in the dark, or semi-dark room. If any light is used, it should be provided by black candles.

In nomine Dei nostri Satanas Luciferi excelsi.
In the name of Satan, the Ruler of the earth, the King of the world, I command the forces of Darkness to bestow their Infernal power upon us! Open wide the gates of Hell and come forth from the abyss by these names:
Satan, Lucifer, Belial, Leviathan
I drink from this chalice and partake of the elixer of ecstasy, and with this rod, I place the blessings of Hell upon us.
Grant me the indulgences of which I speak! I have taken thy name as a part of myself! I live as the beasts of the field, rejoicing in the fleshly life! I favor the just and curse the rotten! By all the Gods of the Pit I command that these things of which I speak shall come to pass! Come forth and answer to your names by manifesting my desires! OH HEAR THE NAMES:
Mammon, Melek, Python, Moloch, Samael, Set, Shaitan, Tchort, Loki
Noroni bajihie pasahasa Oiada! das tarinuta mireca OL tahila dodasa tolahame caosago Homida: das berinu orocahe QUARE: Micama! Bial' Oiad; aisaro toxa das ivame aai Balatima. Zodacare od Zodameranu! Odo cicale Qaa! Zodoreje, lape zodiredo Noco Mada, hoathahe I A I D A.
The mighty voices of my vengeance smash the stillness of the air and stand as monoliths of wrath upon a plain of writhing serpents. I am become as a monstrous machine of annihilation to the festering fragments of the body of he who would detain me. It repenteth me not that my summons doth ride upon the blasting winds which multiply the sting of my bitterness; And great black slimy shapes shall rise from brackish pits of hell and vomit forth their pustulence into his puny brain. I call upon the messengers of doom to slash with grim delight this victim I hath chosen. Silent is that voiceless bird that feeds upon the brain-pulp of him who hath tormented me, and the agony of the is to be shall sustain itself in shrieks of pain, only to serve as signals of warning to those who would resent my being. Oh come forth in the name of Abaddon and destroy he whose name I giveth as a Sign. Oh great brothers of the night, thou who makest my place of comfort, who rideth out upon the hot winds of Hell, who dwelleth in the devil's fane; Move and appear! Present yourselves to him who sustaineth the rottenness of the mind that moves the gibbering mouth that mocks the just and strong; rend that gaggling tongue and close his throat, Oh Kali! Pierce his lungs with the stings of scorpions. Oh Sekhmet! Plunge his substance into the dismal void, Oh mighty Dagon! I thrust aloft the bifid barb of Hell and on its tines resplendently impaled my sacrifice through vengeance rests! Shemhamforash! Hail Satan!
The East is a house of harlots singing praises among the flames of first glory wherein the Dark Lord hath opened His mouth; and they are become as living dwellings in whom the strength of man rejoiceth; and they are appareled with ornaments of brightness, such as work wonders on all creatures. Whose kingdoms and continuance are as the Third and Fourth, strong towers and places of comfort, the seats of pleasures and continuance. O ye servants of pleasure, Move!, Appear!, sing praises unto the Earth and be mighty amongst us. For that to this remembrance is given power, and our strength waxeth strong in our comforter.
Soba lonudohe od nuame cahisa ta Da o Desa vo-ma-dea od pi-beliare itahila rita od miame ca-ni-quola rita! Zodacare! Zodameranu! Iecarimi Quo-a-dahe od I-mica-ol-zododa aaiome. Bajireje papenore idalugama elonusahi--od umapelifa vau-ge-ji Bijil--IAD!
COME forth, Oh great spawn of the abyss and make thy presence manifest. I have set my thoughts upon the blazing pinnacle which glows with the chosen lust of the moments of increase and grows fervent in the turgid swell. Send forth that messenger of voluptuous delights, and let these obscene vistas of my dark desires take form in future deeds and doings. From the sixth tower of Satan there shall come a sign which joineth with those saltes within, and as such will move the body of the flesh of my summoning. I have gathered forth my symbols and prepare my garnishings of the is to be, and the image of my creation lurketh as a seething basilisk awaiting his release. The vision shall become as reality and through the nourishment that my sacrifice giveth, the angles of the first dimension shall become the substance of the third. Go out into the void of night and pierce that mind that respondeth with thoughts which leadeth to paths of lewd abandon.
My rod is athrust! The penetrating force of my venom shall shatter the sanctity of that mind which is barren of lust; and as the seed falleth, so shall its vapours be spread within that reeling brain benumbing it to helplessness according to my will! In the name of the great god Pan, may my secret thoughts be marshaled into the movements of the flesh of that which I desire!
My loins are aflame! The dripping of the nectar from my eager cleft shall act as pollen to that slumbering brain, and the mind that feels not lust shall on a sudden reel with crazed impulse. And when my mighty surge is spent, new wanderings shall begin; and that flesh which I desire shall come to me. In the names of the great harlot of Babylon, and of Lilith, and of Hecate, may my lust be fulfilled!
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In the name of Satan, Lucifer, Belial, Leviathan, and all you demons, named and nameless, walkers in the velvet darkness, all you dim things, twisted, half-seen creatures, wraith-like, glimpsed beyond the swirling foggy veil of time and spaceless night. Draw near, attend us, we command you. Welcome a new mistress, Zeena, creature of ecstatic, magic light. With us say: welcome to you, child of joy, sweet passion's daughter , product of the dark and musk filled night, ecstasy's delight. Welcome to you, sorceress, and three times three blessed sister witch. Welcome to our company; the path of darkness welcomes thee. Be not afraid. Above you Satan heaves his bulk into the startled sky and makes a canopy of great black wings. The many-footed walkers give to you their strength, the power of dread fang and claw, and all the madly dancing demons fill you with the lost knowlege of ancient ones. Small sorceress, most natural and true magician, your tiny hands have power to pull the lying vault of Heaven down and from its shards build up a monument to your own sweet indulgence. Your power makes you master of the world of frightened, cowering guilt-ridden men. And so, in the name of Satan, we set your feet upon the left-hand path.
Three times above the flame you pass, to kindle lust and passion in your heart, that the heat and brightness of Schamballah's flame may warm you, that you burn bright and passionate. Zeena, we call you, after the manner of Lucifer's enlightened name.
In the name of Belial, with earth we place upon you Satan's mark, that you might not forget the dark, moist earth, the Pit from which you came - the jetting stream of manhood fertilizing Mother Earth. Thus was it always and to time's end will it be the same. Zeena, we call you, that your power, too, may last unending, always strong as man and earth, may they too be the same.
In the name of Lucifer, with the brazen bell we baptize you with air, with magic shattering and changing all life's patterns, that you may find your place. This we do in demoness, first witch, sweet Galetea's magic name.
In the name of Leviathan, and with the great salt sea, finalize. May its power and you own be always the same, that all the gods that dwell within the watery abyss shall smile upon your being, and swirl about you lovingly. And with those others in the Devil's fane, you so will cause the heads of men to reel and spin. You too will fill them with desire, symbol of endulgence bound forever to the magic of your name.
Zeena we baptize you with earth and air, with brine and burning flame. And so we dedicate your life to love, to passion, to indulgence, and to Satan, and the way of darkness, fane. Hail Zeena! Hail Satan!
I bid ye rise and give the Sign of the Horns! Open wide the gates of Hell! The lower heavens beneath you, let them serve you! Govern those who govern, cast down such as fall, bring forth with those that increase, and destroy the rotten! No place, let it remain in one number, add and diminish until the stars be numbered. Arise, move, and appear before the covenant of his mouth, which he hath sworn unto us in his justice. Open the mysteries of your creation, and make us partakers of the undefiled knowlege.
Shemhamforash! Hail Satan! Hail Satan! Hail Satan!