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The Black Gospel of Winterโs Throne
On the twenty-fifth night, the veil is torn,
Not by shepherds, nor kings reborn,
But by the Goat enthroned in frost,
Whose crown is forged from mankindโs loss.
The vampire kneels at Satanโs feet,
Drinking blood where angels weep,
The manger is a pit of ash,
The Christ-child drowned in shadows deep.
Lucifer carves his sigil in snow,
A serpentโs tongue, a fireโs glow,
The star of Bethlehem burns black,
Guiding demons on their endless track.
The tree is crucified in flame,
Its ornaments are skulls of shame,
Each gift a curse, each hymn a knife,
Unwrapping the marrow of mortal life.
Cainโs laughter echoes in the halls,
Lilith whispers through the walls,
The Virginโs tears are rivers red,
Her prayers consumed by the horned oneโs call.
The sleigh is a chariot of bone,
Pulled by beasts from Hellโs unknown,
Their hooves ignite the midnight sky,
As mortals pray, yet still they die.
This is the feast of inversionโs reign,
Where joy is twisted into pain,
Where Christmas hymns are dirges sung,
And Satanโs gospel is the only tongue.
The vampire drinks, the Devil smiles,
The covenant sealed through endless trials,
Winterโs throne is carved in sin,
And Christmas ends where Hell begins.
666!