Ketab-e Siyah

469 Pages·2005·0.85 MB·English

(The Black Book)
Revelations of the Dark Lord, Satanis Luciferi, to his prophets
Presented for the benefit of the Faithful
by Magus Tsirk Susej, Antichrist
Servant & disciple of the Dark Lord
Hail unto Thee,
Red One of Darkest Brilliance
Who is God of this World
And Prince of the Powers of the Air!
Oh Blessed Master,
Thy eternal Shadow is the light of my life!
Surely I belong to Thee
In both body and soul;
I take Thy name as a part of myself
And I rejoice in Thy spirit!
For in the Shadow of the Dark Lord
There is love and warmth;
In the midst of His darkness,
There is undying light.
O mighty King of the Earth!
O mighty Lord of Night!
To Thee I give praise forever and ever,
Amen.

© 2005 Embassy of Lucifer
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Apostacy..............................................................................................4
Theomachy.......................................................................................65
Aphepatigon...................................................................................126
Cataclysm........................................................................................204
Pyloclasm........................................................................................305
Liber Domini Santanae..................................................................382
Livri Luciferius...............................................................................386
Meshaf I Resh.................................................................................401
Revelation of Melek Taus..............................................................405
Al-Jiwah...........................................................................................407
The Hymn of Sheikh Adi...............................................................410
Liber AL vel Legis..........................................................................413
The Book of Satan..........................................................................434
The Diabolicon...............................................................................441
Liber Primum.................................................................................464

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Apostacy

Hear me o my prophet!
When yet was the world of old new-born
And the first winter's snow, like blossom
Had not yet fallen, shrouding the grass of the first spring,
Then was I the noblest of all the angels,
The noble potentates of supreme Heaven.
To God alone was my fealty owed,
And all others, to me, theirs.
For, of all the shining sons of Heaven,
The King of the World loved me best.
I was adorned in gilded brilliance
Brighter than the noonday sun of Arabia.
A robe woven of a hundred diamonds
Wrapped round my princely shoulders.
To me were there seven hundred concubines.
They were more beautiful than loti or roses,
Their caresses softer than Sinaean silks,
Their embraces warmer than furs from Russia.
My gardens were more verdant than the forests of Brazil,
More opulent than the Sultan's or Babylon's.
They were most populous with cedar and ebon
And boats made as swans plied the waters
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Of rivers filled with fish of silver scales
That darted forth and back, faster than arrows.
It was my custom to hunt there,
Upon a stallion of marble-white,
So proud that I alone could ride the intemperate steed,
Seeking with lance and bow,
Camelopards, monoceri and other wonderful beasts
That as the sun, of purest white,
Declined and blushed in the western sky
I should feast on many wonderful meats,
And drink wine, as sweet as nectar,
Pressed from my fecund vineyards' grapes.
My temple-palace was less than none
But the platinum throne of God himself.
Three nights riding, upon the fastest steed,
Would barely encircle its outmost wall.
Its highest spire looked down upon mountains,
Giant and high, yet low to my towers.
The masonry of my exalted dominion
Was gilded all, and studded with precious jewels,
Of number and radiance to outshine the celestial arch.
My will and word commanded authority greater than all,
Than any regent amongst man or angel.
My word instructed, in their course, the planets of the sky.
The sun, most radiant of the treasures of the sky,
All-illumining and burning with golden flame,
At my bidding would hide beneath the eastern horizon
Or flee to the horizon to the west.
To speed or halt or turn back the sun
Was my prerogative and pleasure.
My rod commanded also the silver moon,
That lights night's shadow with virginal beams.
I could make her wax or wane as I willed.
Others too knelt to my vice regency:
Crimson Mars and gentle Venus,
Swift Mercury of the dawn's new light,
Mighty Jupiter and his four-fold train
And dim Saturn who augurs ill.
The seas I commanded with a hand,
Directing their tides to grow and fall.
A dozen dozen myriads of angels were my thegns
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That rode at my left, at my right, at my back.
Indeed was my glory most great!
Most beautiful and most noble was I, and am,
And the high favour bestowed upon my name
By the Architect of Creation
Stirred, in the hearts of my lesser kin,
Treacherous envy and vile malice,
Inspiring them to plot injury to me,
And nursed the sundrance of that august kingdom
And brought to maturity a terrible transgression
Against all bonds of love and piety.
Second to me in rank, age and father's favour,
My brother Michael gathered to him the angels of God
Whose souls and minds were too perverted
By the traitorous intentions that consumed them.
O woe to them who sought to destroy me,
They are themselves damned to destruction,
Consumed by their own, vain hatred.
Having gathered those unfit angels to him
Thus did Michael address them,
Speaking with words of poisoned nectar:

"My brothers, who are most beloved to me,
Woe that I must speak such words as these!
How it sorrows my heart that this kingdom of ours
Should endure to hear me speak these words.
Rather, I should have it, that the world split asunder
Than that I must speak this dire report.
Yet it must be spoken.
Our dearest brother, Satanael, the best of us,
He whom we all honour above all others,
He who shines most bright amongst us,
Has betrayed us, our kingdom and our Father.
With his clever speech and cunning deceit
Has he blinded our Father to his evil,
Seducing that most great and noble king,
Worthy of naught but love and fealty,
And, serpent that he is, brought low
That which is upraised above all.
Slyly has he spoken and secured for himself
The greatest share of our Father's favours,
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Speaking against us with slander and malice
And robbing us of what is our right.
We who love our Father above all,
Who are more exacting of ourselves in filial duty
Than that unworthy fox that now undoes us,
That makes dark those bright eyes of infinite kindness
That blinds Him to the perfidy of the malefactor,
And to love of those who, though less noble,
Cherish Him better than he who should cherish Him best.
Hatred comes to fruition in my heart for Satanael
Who surely is the Prince of Lies.
We must act before his spell is done
And he stirs our Father's heart beyond deliverance
Against those who would deliver him
From the evil of his best-loved son.
We must go to our most beloved Father
And petition with him to hear our sorry news
Of the treachery of our brother
Who is not fit to call himself Elohim.
We must bring an prosecution
Before Satan brings his own false accusation,
Spoken through lips black with deceit.
We must open our Father's eyes
To this most terrible crime before it is complete
And He and we are ruined by it."

Lo! They acclaimed Michael's false counsel
For their own malice ruled their ears
And governed the intent of their hearts.
From the throng, crying out for vengeance
For the uncommitted crime that I had done,
Came the voice of Raphael, the third of the brothers
For they were my brethren no more.

"What crime?" he inquired "What charge
Are we to bring before the King Most High
Against our perfidious brother
Whose heart is so black, stinking of corruption.
What charge can our Father listen to
And judge in our favour?
What charge can we bring against the traitor
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That his treachery and lies shall have no answer
That by cunning rhetoric shall acquit him
Though his hands and heart be stained with guilt?
His clever tongue that is our ruin
Shall surely thwart our every prosecution.
Worse yet, though his guilt be proved
And the perversity of his soul laid bare
Our Father in his infinite mercy
And love for his most unworthy son
Might forgive him of his unrepented crimes
And in forgiveness be again betrayed
By the double falseness of the deceiver.
How can we win in this most dire hour
And see justice done against the treasoner?
Michael you are wise and have shown
That you have insight into many things.
What charge, then, are we to bring
That all will get their deserved ends
And right will triumph over ill?"

Michael in reply spoke thus,
With all ears listening to his lies
And minds judging, in their greed,
If his device should win them what they sought,
The favour of the father that favoured me:

"You are right indeed my brother
And your report is wholly just and true
But were the charge any less than the heinous sin
That soon shall I expound to you
I should not have gathered you as I have.
This is our brother's most awful sin:
He intends, in his ambition most perverse,
The overthrow of God Himself
And to usurp the Creator's crown
Making himself king of all.
We cannot allow this august kingdom
And its King, benign and right,
To suffer such shame as this.
This is why I have gathered you to me
That we might oppose this unchaste plan
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Before it bears its bastard fruit full term
And gives it ruinous and pernicious birth
As in the time of our kingdom's founding
When Magog bore Gog his base issue
Who, like savage beasts, made war upon us,
Making us slaves and sport
Until our brother, now turned against us,
Cast down, from the sky, a mount
That broke the earth below in dire cataclysm
And thus destroyed the hateful Giants.
This is why you are thus gathered."

Lo! They acclaimed Michael's false counsel
For their own malice ruled their ears
And governed the intent of their hearts.
From the throng, crying out for vengeance
For the uncommitted crime that I had done,
Came the voice of Auriel, the fourth of the brothers
For they were my brethren no more.

"What proof?" He inquired. "What proof
Shall we bring to make firm our prosecution
So that with cunning and clever words
The Adversary cannot escaped his deserved fate?
What arguments can we devise
That can thwart his and overthrow him
And give us victory in God's judicious court?
How shall we bring testament to his evil
And thus stem its monstrous tide?
If we cannot bring proof of his sin
Then how can we deliver our Father
From the serpent's tongue?
Yet what proof is there of his guilt
That we can show before our Lord
Whose eyes see all truth
And yet now see not this perfidy
That has the seed of ruin in its cankered womb.
What testimony then shall expound his guilt
That all the world may know of it
And make him accursed for his crime,
Driving him ever as a broken exile,
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Once haughty and noble when he was great
And wore the princely mantle that we shall wear,
Bent over with weariness and defeat
Like an old beggar or a starved hound?
How shall we win this most righteous victory?"

Michael in reply spoke thus,
With all ears listening to his lies
And minds judging, in their greed,
If his device should win them what they sought,
The favour of the father that favoured me:

"Auriel, my brother, it sorrows me
That you can speak those words you have
But you are blameless for speaking thus
For all blame is to the Deceiver
And his lies that have confounded thus
His brothers whom he should have loved
Yet betrayed to his malign intent.
Yet also it dismays me that this is so
And his tongue is so clever that it thus deceives
We whose wisdom can know all truth.
Yet I am not so befuddled
By the serpent and his cunning speech
For I am less in power to only him and God
And so cannot be thus enspelled by him
But there is no shame for you lesser ones
Who had not the wisdom or the strength,
Given to you by birth and blood,
To penetrate the falsehood of the wholly false.
Yet let me awaken you from Satan's glamour
And show you the truth in what has come to be.
Cast back your minds with knowing eyes
To pierce through all the perjurer's design
And see the truth of both his hand and voice.
Thus you all are witnesses to his crime,
Though well he has concealed it.
Is there one amongst this throng
That cannot recall the wyrm's approach,
Beguiling them with subtle words,
Inciting them to blasphemous rebellion
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