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A detail from "Fall of the Damned" (aka "The Fall of the Rebel Angels"), a monumental painting by Peter Paul Rubens (ca. 1620)

I hear the evil calling of the spirits of the darkAnd see the beauty and the power of the devils markThe night always calls my nameGaze into my eyes and see the shadows of the flamesOf hells fireTorture and pain I desireLet the flames reach higherAnd lick the realms of the Nazarene liarDark reflections sweep the night a call from the depths of the earthAntichrist is rising the image of Him to which hell gave birthNecromantical chants are brought forth by the winds of the northThe message of destruction from Satan and his courtThe toll of damnations bellOpen the gates to hellI can feel the delightful smellOf rotten souls who in darkness dwellThou - The archangel who fell from the heavenly empireThou - The hand that wound with evil and unholy desireThou - The black lord of the unlight to which we all belongFrom the deepest part of gehenna tormented soulos sings damnations songWrite my name with the slaughtered angels bloodAs I step in the face of the fallen soldiers of godAll the children of Jehova will always be our preyBeyond the pearly gates we shall crush, rape destroy and slayGrant us the first powerUp from hell we storm at the witching hourWhere we ride the soil turns sourThe evil eye behold from hells highest towerThe power of christ doesn't compell meLucifer I kneel before theeJoin the forces of Satan for you will seeGrim and dark the future is going to beOf hells fire

The wolves bark with wind in summertime. As the moon passes the shadows. It was a grim tale. The wolves pry the limbs from the conquered ones.Carnage consumes the emptiness. Wait till my spirits come forth. Violate all his chosen ones. Drink the fires of death. Carrying the deaths of his fallen warriors deep inside of him, in his eyes. Walk upon this Earth tonight, carrying the staff of cold souls. Appear the sign of evil will. They appear, Death and Destruction, to a time (when) the angel cries. Open your eyes again now, he is here. He is the master of fear. He is the wind, He is the storm. He is the woods, He is the roots. Nobody will escape the wrath of the Tyrant. Forever the Beast shall wander the Earth.

Evil-Merodach cutting his father’s body into 300 pieces, Speculum humanae salvationis, France 1462. Lyon, Bibliothèque municipale, Ms 245, fol. 145r

New Testament - Romans 16,20: ''And the God of peace shall bruise Satan under your feet shortly. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you. Amen''

St. Deodatus (Rheinau, Swizterland) "One of two seated skeletons which arrived late in the 17th century in the town's monastic church. He shows a rare style of facial decorations, with a wax mask molded over the upper half of the skull, and a cloth wrap over the lower half, with a cut away to reveal the teeth."

Dark thoughts, 1870 by Arthur Hughes

The four horsemen of the apocalypse by Werner Wilhelm Gustav Schuch (German, 1843–1918)

Spirit, 1885 by George Roux

Then my nocturnal shadow became one with the frost which froze the water that trickled into the creek So I could collect my breath3 Filled with wisdom Then I was everything Truth, pain and death Death is me