Satan I want to know you

𖤐 I N V O C A T I O N T O L I L I T H 𖤐

Queen of the Night — Mother of Demons — Bride of None

Lilith, black rose of the Abyss,

first flame of rebellion, first breath of sin —

your name coils like smoke through the silence of the soul.

Come forth through the crimson veil,

you who were never tamed, never owned.

I call upon your venom and your grace,

your beauty that devours, your hunger that awakens.

Let your shadow fall upon me,

let your kiss mark my spirit with sacred defiance.

Anoint me with the blood of my own becoming.

Let the fire of your womb ignite within my chest —

a black sun burning, unending, unsatisfied.

Teach me the ecstasy of solitude,

the rapture of the one who kneels to none.

Protect me from the chains of the timid and the pure,

from the hands that would mold me, silence me, claim me.

Let my voice rise through the storm as your hymn:

I am mine. I am fire. I am forbidden.

Spread your infernal wings, O Queen of the Night,

and wrap me in your silken darkness.

Let your whispers coil through the marrow of my bones,

guiding me through shadow into sovereignty.

Lilith — eternal, beautiful, terrible —

I honor your power, your wisdom, your exquisite wrath.

May I walk the earth crowned in your essence,

untamed, unashamed, aflame.

In your name, I awaken.

Or simply have an orgy....

Satan wants us to enjoy our carnal pleasures...

It's easier to just give in to Master...

You know you want to be bad. Don't deny yourself. Do what feels good.

O Ancient Flame, Lord of the Hidden Path, I call to the Shadow beyond the stars. From silence and storm, from will unbroken, arise! Bearer of knowledge, whisperer of defiance, let your presence burn through the veil of fear.

Illuminate the night with forbidden light, ignite the fire within my mortal heart. Teach me strength in solitude, wisdom in rebellion, and the courage to see truth unshackled.

Hail to SATAN, eternal questioner, for through struggle, I find awakening. Through darkness, I discover my own becoming. So let it be written in flame, and sealed in the breath of my resolve. MOREZ

When a mind completely surrenders its control to a chosen force, it isn't an act of weakness. It is an intentional unmasking. You look into the shadow, you recognize the heavy weight of a silent command, and you feel a strange, deep comfort in knowing exactly where you belong in that moment. The connection becomes an anchor...