ÉÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍ» ºCEREMONY OF THEº º NINE ANGLES º ÈÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍͼ `The Satanic Rituals' Anton Szandor LaVey (c) 1972 Written by: Dr. Michael A. Aquino [This ceremony is to be performed in a closed chamber containing no curved surfaces whatsoever. No open flames are to be in the chamber except for a single brazier or flame pot. General illumination is provided through controlled starlight or moonlight, or via concealed ultraviolet devices. Above and behind the altar platform should appear the outline of a regular trapezoid. The celebrant and participants all wear masks or headpieces to blur or distort the true facial features. All participants assemble in a half-hexagonal formation facing the large trapezoid emblem. The celebrant stands before the altar, facing the participants. He raises his left hand in the Sign of Horus:] CELEBRANT: N'kgnath ki'q Az-Athoth r'jyarh wh'fagh zhasa phr-tga nyena phragn'glu. Let us do honor to Azathoth, without whose laughter this world should not be. [Participants answer the gesture] PARTICIPANTS: Ki'q Az-Athoth r'jyarh wh'fagh zhasa phr-tga nyena phragn'glu. Honor to Azathoth, with whose laughter this world should not be. CELEBRANT: Kzs'nath r'n As-Athoth bril'nwe sza'g elu'khnar rquorkwe w'ragu mfancgh' tiim'br vua. Jsnuf a wrugh kod'rf kpra kybni sprn'aka ty'knu El-aka gryenn'h krans huehn. Azathoth, great center of the cosmos, let thy flutes sing unto us, lulling us against the terrors of thy domain. Thy merriment sustains our fears, and we rejoice in the World of Horrors in thy name. PARTICIPANTS: Ki'q Az-Athoth r'jyarh wh'fagh zhasa phr-tga nyena phragn'glu. Honor to Azathoth, with whose laughter this world should not be. [Celebrant lowers hand, then renders the Sign of the Horns with his right hand. All participants echo the gesture.] CELEBRANT: N'kgnath ki'q Y'gs'Othoth r'jyarh fer'gryp'h-nza ke'ru phragn'glu. Let us do honor to Yog-Sothoth, without whose sign we ourselves should not be. PARTICIPANTS: Ki'q Y'gs'Othoth r'jyarh fer'gryp'h-nza ke'ru phragn'glu. Honor to Yog-Sothoth, without whose sign we ourselves should not be. CELEBRANT: Kh'run-mnu kai Y'gs-Othoth hrn-nji qua-resvn xha drug'bis pw-nga s'jens ni'ka quraas-ti kno'g nwreh sbo-j rgy-namanth El-aka gryenn'h. Ky'rh han'treh zmah-gron't k'renb phronyeh fha'gni y'g zyb'nos vuy-kin'eh kson wr'g kyno. Yog-Sothoth, master of dimensions, through thy will are we set upon the World of Horrors. Faceless one, guide us through the night of thy creation, that we may behold the Bond of the Angles and the promise of thy will. PARTICIPANTS: Ki'q Y'gs'Othoth r'jyarh fer'gryp'h-nza ke'ru phragn'glu. Honor to Yog-Sothoth, without whose sign we ourselves should not be. [Celebrant raises both arms away from him at a sharp angle. Participants do likewise.] CELEBRANT: Z'j-m'h kh'rn Z'j-m'h kh'r Z'j-m'h kh rmnu. Kh'rn w'nh nyg hsyh fha'gnu er'ngi drg-nza knu ky cry- str'h n'knu. Ou-o nje'y fha'gnu qurs-ti ngai-kang whro-kng'h rgh-i szhno zyu-dhron'k po'j nu Cth'n. I'a ry'gzengrho. The Daemons are, the Daemons were, and the Daemons shall be again. They came, and we are here: they sleep, and we watch for them. They shall sleep, and we shall die, but we shall return through them. We are their dreams, and they shall awaken. Hail to the ancient dreams. PARTICIPANTS: I'a ry'gzengrho. Hail to the ancient dreams. [The celebrant now turns to face the altar.] CELEBRANT: Kh'rensh n'fha'n-gnh khren-kan'g N'yra-l'yht-Otp hfy'n chu-si whr'g zyb'nos thu'nby jne'w nhi quz-a. I call now to the unsleeping one, the black herald, Nyarlathotep, who asureth the bond between the living and the dead. PARTICIPANTS: I'a N'yra-l'yht-Otp. Hail, Nyarlathotep. CELEBRANT: Kh'rengyu az'pyzh rz'e hy'knos zhri ty'h nzal's za naagha hu'h- nby jne'w nhi quz-al hjru-crusk'e dzund dkni-nyeh ryr'ngkain-i khring's naaghs pyz'm ry'gzyn rgy-namanth El-aka gryenn'h tko f'unga l'zen-zu dsi-r p'ngath fha'gnu nig-quz'a i'a N'yra'l'yht-Otp. O dark one, who rideth the winds of the Abyss and cryeth the night gaunts between the living and the dead, send to us the Old One of the World of Horrors, whose word we honor unto the end of the deathless sleep. Hail, N'yarlathotep. PARTICIPANTS: I'a N'yra-l'yht-Otp. Hail, Nyarlathotep. CELEBRANT: I'as urenz-khrgn naaghs z'h hyle fer-zn cyn. I'as aem'nh ci-cyzb vyni-weth w'ragn jnusf whrengo jnusf'wi klo zyah zsybh kyn-tal-o huz-u kyno. Hail to thee, black prince from the grotto whose charge we bear. Hail to thee and to thy fathers, within whose fane thou laughs and screams in terror and in merriment, in fear and in ecstasy, in loneliness and in anger, upon the whim of thy will. PARTICIPANTS: I'a N'yra-l'yht-Otp urz'n naagha. Hail, Nyralathotep, prince of the Abyss. CELEBRANT: V'hu-ehn n'kgnath fha'gnu n'aem'nh Kzren ry'gzyn cyzb-namanth El-aka gryenn'h kh'renshz k'rahz'nhu zyb'nos y'goth-e vuy-kin'eh nals zyh. In thy name let us behold the father. Let the Old One who reigneth upon the World of Horrors come and speak with us, for we would again strengthen the bond that liveth within the angles of the Path of the Left. [The celebrant stands directly before the altar, clenching both fists and crossing the left hand over the right against his chest.] CELEBRANT: I'a Sh'b-N'ygr'th aem'nh El-aka gryenn'h. I'a aem'nh kyl-d zhem'n. I'a zhem'nfni n'quz n'fha'n-gn ki- qua hu[ehn zyb'nos. Hail, Shub-Niggurath, father of the World of Horrors. Hail, father of the hornless ones. Hail, ram of the Sun and deathless one, who sleepest not while we honor thy name and thy bond. PARTICIPANTS: I'a Sh'b-N'ygr'th. Hail, Shub-Niggurath. [The Goat of a Thousand Young appears. All participants clench their fists after the fashion of the celebrant] CELEBRANT: I'a aem'nh. Hail, Father. PARTICIPANTS: I'a aem'nh. Hail, Father. SHUB-NIGGURATH: Phragn'ka phragn. V'vuy-kin'e f'ungn kyl-d zhem'n k'fungn zyb'nos Z'j-m'h kyns el-kran'u. Fungnu'h zyb-kai zyb'nos rohz vuy-kh'yn. I am that I am. Through the angles I speak with the hornless ones, and I pledge anew the bond of the Daemons, through whose will this world is come to be. Let us speak the Bond of the Nine Angles. CELEBRANT AND PARTICIPANTS: I'a aemn'h urz'vuy-kin w'fren'j El=aka gryenn'h. F'ung'hn-kai zyb'nos rohz vuy-kh'yn n'kye w'ragh zh'sza hrn-nji qua-resvn k'ng naagha zhem v'mhneg-alz. Hail, father and lord of the angles, master of the World of Horrors. We speak the Bond of the Nine Angles to the honor of the flutes of the laughing one, the master of dimensions, the hearld of the barrier, and the Goat of a Thousand Young. ALL: V'ty'h vuy-kn el-ukh'nar ci-wragh zh'sza w'ragnh ks'zy d'syn. From the First Angle is the infinite, wherein the laughing one doth cry and the flute wail unto the ending of time. V'quy'h vuy-kn hrn-nji hyl zaan-i vyk d'phron'h El-aka gryenn'h v'jnus-fyh whreng'n. From the Second Angle is the master who doth order the planes and the angles, and who hath conceived the World of Horrors in its terror and glory. V'kresn vuy-kn k'nga d'phron'g kr-a El-aka gryenn'h p'nseb quer-hga phragn uk-khron ty'h-qu'kre vuy-kin'e rohz. From the Third Angle is the messenger, who hath created thy power to behold the master of the World of Horrors, who giveth to thee substance of being and the knowledge of the Nine Angles. V'huy vuy-kn zhem'nfi d'psy'h dy-tr'gyu El-aka gryenn'h f'ungn-ei si'n si-r'a s'alk d'hu'h-uye rohz. From the Fourth Angle is the ram of the Sun, who brought thy selves to be, who endureth upon the World of Horrors and proclaimeth the time that was, the time that is, and the time that shall be; and whose name is the brilliance of the Nine Angles. V'cvye vuy-kn kh'ren-i kyl-d zhem'n lyz-naa mnaa r'cvyev'y-kre Z'j-m'h gryn-h'y d'yn'khe cyvaal'k h'y-cvy-rohz. From the Fifth Angle are the hornless ones, who raise the temple of the five trihedrons unto the Daemons of creation, whose seal is at once four and five and nine. V'quar'n vuy-kn fha'gn Z'j-m'h ki-dyus dyn-jn'ash cvy-knu ukr'n hy-rohz. From the Sixth Angle is the sleep of the Daemons in symmetry, which doth vanquish the five but shall not prevail against the four of the nine. V'try'v vuy-kn djn'sh dys-u n'fha'g-nir Z'j-m'h r'n hy-kre'snvy'k kr'n-quar. From the Seventh Angle is the ruin of symmetry and the awakening of the Daemons, for the four and the nine shall prevail against the six. V'nyr vuy-kn hrn-njir vu'a lyz-naa mnaa r'nyrv'y Z'j-m'h gry-h'y d'yn-khe cyvaal'k h'y-cvy-rohz. From the Eighth Angle are the Masters of the Realm, who raise the temple of the eight trihedrons unto the Daemons of creation, whose seal is at once four and five and nine. V'rohz vuy-kn i'inkh-v zy-d'syn ur'bre-el hy'j whreng'n nakhreng'h yh'whreng'n kyenn'h. From the Ninth Angle is the flame of the beginning and ending of dimensions, which blazeth in brilliance and darkness unto the glory of desire. SHUB-NIGGURATH: K'fung'n zyb'nos Z'j-m'h kyns el-gryn'hy. I pledge the bond of the Daemons, through whose will this world hath come to be. CELEBRANT AND PARTICIPANTS: Ki'q zyb'nos k'El-aka gryenn'h We honor the bond upon the World of Horrors. SHUB-NIGGURATH: Ki-iq kyl-d zhem'n. Hail to the hornless ones. CELEBRANT AND PARTICIPANTS: Ki-iq Sh'b-N'ygr'th aem'nh El-aka gryenn'h. Hail to Shub-Niggurath, father of the World of Horrors. SHUB-NIGGURATH: Zhar-v zy-d'syn. Unto the beginning and the ending of dimensions. CELEBRANT: Zhar-v zy-d'syn. Unto the beginning and the ending of dimensions. [The Goat of a Thousand Young no longer appears. The celebrant faces the participants.] CELEBRANT: Ty'h nzal's kra naaghs n'ghlasj zsyn'e ty'h nzal's za'je oth'e kyl-d zhem'n f'ungh'n. Nal Y'gs- Othoth krell N'yra-l'yht-Otp. I'a Y'gs-Othoth. I'a N'yra-l'yht-Otp. The gaunts are loose upon the world, and we shall not pass; but the time shall come when the gaunts will bow before us, and man shall speak with the tongues of the hornless ones. The way is Yog-Sothoth, and the key is Nyarlathotep. Hail, Yog-Sothoth. Hail, Nyarlathotep. PARTICIPANTS: I'a Y'gs-Othoth. I'a N'yra-l'yht-Otp. I'a S'ha-t'n. -oOo-