In the gloom, Hellemental Daemon Gods loom, stirring by Ouroboros' tide, The land is plush from pluvial ablution, on Drægon wings, the blessings of Lucifer and Leviathan have brought the storms on hellwinds, and so they shall continue coursing refreshing rivers and streams, soaking richly into the black earth, emerging verdant, as she sups deeply of the goblet aplenty.
The Magic is Strong & True, unholy water asperged. Construction of Destruction, Seasons confounded to find balance, in chaos order is tempered, by bolts through angles resplendent! Sinister seeds have taken root, from the cavernous abyss, the flowers of Evil emerge.
Deviltails strike as demonwhips, the earth cracks in its wake, wherein The Sorcerer has lain the thorny staff. The shadow of Satan grows, possessing, far and wide. As above, so below! So it is and ever shall be! Ave Satanas!
In Nomine Satanas,
~ Rev. Blackthorne