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`The Satanic Rituals'
Anton Szandor LaVey
(c) 1972
Written by:
Dr. Michael A. Aquino
[This ceremony is to be performed in a closed chamber containing no
curved surfaces whatsoever. No open flames are to be in the chamber
except for a single brazier or flame pot. General illumination is
provided through controlled starlight or moonlight, or via concealed
ultraviolet devices. Above and behind the altar platform should appear
the outline of a regular trapezoid. The celebrant and participants all
wear masks or headpieces to blur or distort the true facial features.
All participants assemble in a half-hexagonal formation facing the
large trapezoid emblem. The celebrant stands before the altar, facing
the participants. He raises his left hand in the Sign of Horus:]
Azathoth, great center of the cosmos,
let thy flutes sing unto us, lulling
us against the terrors of thy domain.
Thy merriment sustains our fears, and
we rejoice in the World of Horrors in
thy name.
Yog-Sothoth, master of dimensions,
through thy will are we set upon the
World of Horrors. Faceless one, guide
us through the night of thy creation,
that we may behold the Bond of the
Angles and the promise of thy will.
The Daemons are, the Daemons were,
and the Daemons shall be again. They
came, and we are here: they sleep,
and we watch for them. They shall
sleep, and we shall die, but we shall
return through them. We are their
dreams, and they shall awaken. Hail
to the ancient dreams.
O dark one, who rideth the winds of
the Abyss and cryeth the night
gaunts between the living and the
dead, send to us the Old One of the
World of Horrors, whose word we
honor unto the end of the deathless
sleep. Hail, N'yarlathotep.
Hail to thee, black prince from the grotto
whose charge we bear. Hail to thee and to
thy fathers, within whose fane thou laughs
and screams in terror and in merriment, in
fear and in ecstasy, in loneliness and in
anger, upon the whim of thy will.
In thy name let us behold the father.
Let the Old One who reigneth upon the
World of Horrors come and speak with
us, for we would again strengthen the
bond that liveth within the angles of
the Path of the Left.
[The celebrant stands directly before the altar, clenching both
fists and crossing the left hand over the right against his chest.]
Hail, Shub-Niggurath, father of the
World of Horrors. Hail, father of the
hornless ones. Hail, ram of the Sun
and deathless one, who sleepest not
while we honor thy name and thy bond.
PARTICIPANTS: I'a Sh'b-N'ygr'th.
Hail, Shub-Niggurath.
[The Goat of a Thousand Young appears. All participants
clench their fists after the fashion of the celebrant]
I am that I am. Through the angles I
speak with the hornless ones, and I
pledge anew the bond of the Daemons,
through whose will this world is come
to be. Let us speak the Bond of the
Nine Angles.
Hail, father and lord of the angles,
master of the World of Horrors. We
speak the Bond of the Nine Angles
to the honor of the flutes of the
laughing one, the master of dimensions,
the hearld of the barrier, and the
Goat of a Thousand Young.
From the Third Angle is the messenger,
who hath created thy power to behold
the master of the World of Horrors,
who giveth to thee substance of being
and the knowledge of the Nine Angles.
From the Fourth Angle is the ram of
the Sun, who brought thy selves to be,
who endureth upon the World of Horrors
and proclaimeth the time that was, the
time that is, and the time that shall be;
and whose name is the brilliance of the
Nine Angles.
From the Fifth Angle are the hornless
ones, who raise the temple of the five
trihedrons unto the Daemons of creation,
whose seal is at once four and five and
nine.
From the Eighth Angle are the Masters
of the Realm, who raise the temple of
the eight trihedrons unto the Daemons
of creation, whose seal is at once four
and five and nine.
The gaunts are loose upon the world,
and we shall not pass; but the time
shall come when the gaunts will bow
before us, and man shall speak with
the tongues of the hornless ones. The
way is Yog-Sothoth, and the key is
Nyarlathotep. Hail, Yog-Sothoth. Hail,
Nyarlathotep.
