Black Sun
The Eternal Lucifer
Seduction as the snare of Devil
Who can defend oneself from the conflicts of the good and evil ,
The snare of Devil ?
The prince of darkness, wickedness and hell !
Who can safeguard against the wicked spirits wandering and flying over water and earth in the air and the subterranean passages in vales and dales ?
Born from the dark,
With evil specks of fire shinning in the heart,
As a fallen Angel thrown from the realm beyond the stars,
Roaring and swirling and stunning the souls with his blow,
He shatters the hearts with various lusts bringing eternal curse flying abysmally low.
Old or youngsters,
Thieves , robbers, or money lenders,
Criminals charged for arson, treason, or man slaughter,
Professors or laymen inclined to indulgences , and inclination to adultery causing matrimonial outrages,
Conjectures and hypothesis difficult to prove or disprove with or without diabolical lies permeating the minds of the laymen or sages,
Are all naturally possessed by his power of seduction,
Influenced by cunningness in his methods of abduction , compulsion or induction.
This hell is open to Christians as well as non-Christians,
Fanning in outright foolishness the damnation’s flames,
Or lacking the sense of purpose in a sense of destiny falling in a burning pit without any shame,
When cavalcades of demons with many different names,
Pass by - some dancing , some rolling , some walking, some being carried in carriages and chairs,
The descent and fall of the souls are independent of the ascending towards or falling inwards heaven or hell,
It is a joy of Devil that raises his hair.
In woman’s warmhosed thighs,
The vulgarity of the eyes,
Chalice full to the brink,
Plunging in the never satisfied appetite,
Pensive thoughts lowered under the naval chord,
Unregretted brave eyes drawing the garments in exquisite pleasure,
The lumpy thighs or the breast in perfect measure,
Waitress’ buttock as passion’s treasures,
In Saturday night’s wandering in trifling pleasures,
While the lower demons search amour in man’s heart when they are out to enjoy their leisure,
Soaring in the endlessness,
As a bird in flight soaring high as a resplendent flame,
With rhythmic resonances and reverberations of the heart,
Causing the good Angels to tremble and vibrate,
In heart’s thundering spewing out flames and creating movements as godlike messengers swiftly tearing down the heaven in flame,
The higher demons wearing noble gaits and countenances as fearless race hunt the souls who could defend the victory over heaven and help Devil to take vengeance,
Hurling deafening claps of thunders and blinding flashes,
They come down in multitudes in number as lightening dashes,
Lit up heaven and the Earth in cataracts of spangles glowing in the weapon bursting in flames as it rushes.
Playing cards and swaying in the drinking glasses,
Tripping on the toe and uttering the words that will fill the ears of the holy father in blushes,
In a Holy festival day stumbling as stuttering fool and copulating with Miss Adulteress,
When sinner seeks comfort in sin than in attending Masses,
Exasperate the Blessed Lady of the virgins trying to salvage the fallen from going to the comfortress,
When father in black robe sings blessed sacrament and kneels down in front of the candles with sensations rushing over the face,
The sex , that he has never understood, possesses his gaze in the passion of the flesh,
Instead of seeking absolution by penance ,
Seeks in hot-blood the fireworks flying in excitement of the limbs of the nun,
While secretly hiding in the darkness behind the candles the lesser demons shine in the hearts,
Like bats fly to and from and in the glances of the sinners the souls entrap,
Whether a nun or an adulteress,
Virgin or a lascivious maid,
While they whispers the secrets of sins and inspires to take the sinful chance,
As pretty girls ,
Or men with charisma and charm,
Devil’s powers of seduction enhance,
Inviting kiss and dirty things in secret hidings at the propitious moments make hearts burn,
In moonlit night seek original sin to serpent’s satisfaction,
Mixing drinks and shaking it to the brink,
Like vampires taking off the beautiful skins,
With little kicks throwing away from the body everything -
From panties to stockings,
Like black bats sniffing at the chemise and shift,
Licking the perfumed neck and smelling the stench in the armpits,
While the lesser demons carry off souls to the voyage in the heart of the nature,
In the land where there is childbirth, labour and pain,
In the wretched destiny of the creatures,
The higher demons lift the intellectual souls , seeking victory over destiny and fate, to the infinite space,
And bring them to the Devil’s home - his true power base.
The beauty:Goddess as well as witch
Look at the sleeping world,
Be on guard,
Here life shines and gleams in the gloom of hate and love,
In maiden’s arms man feels fears,
In her loving hands as she grips ,
Before man escapes he tumbles in slippery paths and sinks in tears.
Here beauty is hideous and sulphurous,
Pretty and playful,
In her love she seeks no faith ,
In the uttering sounds of love she trusts no one but flesh,
In this faithless world,
By making love she makes man blind,
Clasping , twining around the neck, fondling with the breast,
In passionate embrace,
She bewitches the sailors miring in food , wine and sex.
She sings songs soft and sweet,
Burns the hearts with her lascivious lips,
She is the goddess of folly,
The shameless world’s wretchedness to whom flesh is holly,
With fervid desires,
Longing for fire,
Eyes - swift and shy- glancing in flares of lie and betrayal,
She is passion’s madness,
The serpentine flames’ burning stir.
Dancing and singing like nymph,
Where she shines and gleams,
Guard yourself from this charming beauty that makes man fall in dream.
She is the master of the magic creating lecherous desires and lusts,
Renouncing everything she makes man run for her love,
When her love’s longings inflame,
She swirls as a whirling fire incarnated as a dame,
In carefree frivolous lightness appears with all her loveliness,
Her promiscuity is difficult to restrain.
As cruel and heartless when she runs in search of delight in the embraces of men,
Yield not to her hands,
In search of the thrill and adventures do not gamble away truthfulness, and faithfulness in the name of freedom that erects only castles on sand.
Do not run to her love for help,
Do not seek shelter where man is defenceless against the treachery of passion against himself ,
Where there are guile and deceit ,
Do not seek safety in conceit ,
Where as a glittering and glorious beauty she reigns by betraying all that are lofty,
Beware of her passionate beauty, that leads to adultery.
Inside the spheres of the fire, water, air and sky,
Where she, as a faithless maiden, love’s lofty goals defiles,
Beware of suffering, captivity, and blindness,
In the name of freedom do not yield to her loveless loveliness.
When the darkness covers the eyes,
She appears cool and refreshing to the spirits that seek refreshment in the pool of the night,
As wife, lover and enchantress,
She then burns as glorious light of delight,
Swift in fleeing,
And still swifter in feeling,
She is passion’s sudden guest,
Who ignites the body and seeks in fire the body’s lust,
And then leaves the lovers by scattering ashes and the dust.
Do not pursue this tragic fate,
Wait till she has sank below the mind’s lake,
And no more rises as the power that coils around the flesh as a treacherous snake.
Where she appears enchanting and beautiful and welcomes you as a guest,
Do not approach her,
After a painful journey heap of ashes only will be left.
Where she appears wonderful and asks for adventure,
As a huntress with a pack of hounds chases the hunters as a goddess of fate,
In the forests, fields and marshes, beside the lake,
Guard against her dart,
That can pierce the heart,
In manly brevity without any fear do not lie in wait,
Take guard of her advances and avoid the tragic fate.
She summons hate , vengeance , and death,
For her sake brothers rush to fight,
Hunters battle,
Warriors chase each other and welter in blood as dismembered cattle,
Sick hearts brandish the swords and rattle,
Like an eternal curse revenges multiply ,
Miseries and cries fly,
Narrow joys spring forth while others die,
Perpetual sorrow , agonies,
Owe and distress lead man to the depth of treachery and hell.