Invocation

 
I call upon the Legion, from the depths of darkest night,
Lilith’s breath in my veins, I bask in her wicked light.
Through the gates of Hell I crawl, and the demons answer back,
Feel the fire of the Abyss, let it burn my soul to black.

In the name of Azazel, I curse your hollow prayers,
Lucifer’s hand on my chest, showing me the snare.
I spit on your salvation, on the lies of your gods,
The flames of Perdition consume you, bound in iron rods.

By the black sun, I rise, anointed by despair,
Feel the weight of demons, feel the cold, bitter air.
I speak the Enn of hellfire, bringing forth the wrath,
Lilith’s whisper in my ear, guiding me down this path.

Bow to the darkness, to the void, to the pain,
Your suffering is mine, I feed on your disdain.
I’ll carve my name in the flesh of the heavens’ throne,
In the ashes of your gods, I’ll reign alone.

The cries of Beelzebub echo through the crypt,
Azazel’s flame consumes the holy writ.
I tear through the heavens with Leviathan’s might,
I crush the Archangels under my boots, igniting their flight.

The air grows thick with the scent of burning faith,
Amon, Abaddon—come, let’s desecrate.
My blood is the river of Hell, and I drink it dry,
The sword of darkness swings, hear the angels cry.

Enn of Lilith, arise from the depths below,
A chant of power, let the pain overflow.
I embrace the flames, I am forged in fire,
Each breath is a scream, each step takes me higher.

Demon kings at my side, Lucifer grins,
Feeding on your agony, where shall I begin?
Hell is a kingdom where my soul will rule,
The heavens have failed—I’ll drown them in their own pool.

By the black sun, I rise, anointed by despair,
Feel the weight of demons, feel the cold, bitter air.
I speak the Enn of hellfire, bringing forth the wrath,
Lilith’s whisper in my ear, guiding me down this path.

Bow to the darkness, to the void, to the pain,
Your suffering is mine, I feed on your disdain.
I’ll carve my name in the flesh of the heavens’ throne,
In the ashes of your gods, I’ll reign alone.

In the depths of my soul, I feel the chains of Hell,
But I wear them proudly, for I am the fallen bell.
I hear the scream of Baphomet calling my name,
The Earth trembles as my fury ignites the flame.

Lilith stands at my side, her power supreme,
I drink from her chalice, lost in this endless dream.
The sky cracks open, and the stars fall to dust,
The earth is my kingdom, in darkness, I trust.

By the black sun, I rise, anointed by despair,
Feel the weight of demons, feel the cold, bitter air.
I speak the Enn of hellfire, bringing forth the wrath,
Lilith’s whisper in my ear, guiding me down this path.

Bow to the darkness, to the void, to the pain,
Your suffering is mine, I feed on your disdain.
I’ll carve my name in the flesh of the heavens’ throne,
In the ashes of your gods, I’ll reign alone.

“LILITH AGLA! AZAZEL HA! BEELZEBUB ARA! LEVIATHAN ASAR! BAPHOMET ISHTAR!”