1. THE OLDEST OF BLOOD

The ground is lifeless, cold.
With dissonant screeching comes heralds of death.
Lifeless winds of the netherworld bring forth servants of Strigoii.
They crawl from tombs and fetid graves, this blood freezes death.
To walk in shrouded forests, into the chasm of darkness.
Night and shadows feed my undying spirit, yet this corpse thirsts for blood.
To graves lifeless and cold, the Oldest of Blood.
Strength of the undead flesh, a gift from the gods of the Underworld, enduring the decay of time.
Predator, burning eyes in darkness.
I am the ancient and Father of Vampyric Shadows, enduring ages between the world of the living and dead.
The lifeless winds take shape as ebony wings to the abode.
Within the fog enshrouded night, we haunt as life-thirsting shadows, Solve and Coagula united in Black Alchemical Undeath.
To graves lifeless and cold, the Oldest of Blood.


2. THE CASTLE TIME-FROZEN IN SHADOW

Roads traveled into twilight, a funereal mist brings many down a forlorn path.
Ravens and Crows screech as omens of the darksome mysteries ahead, soon forgotten by a quick pace.
Time here was frozen by the spells of the evening and morning, the luminous fire of the Adversary long ago passed to arcane sorceries.
Hear the wolves so howl the smell of living, warm blood.
Upon jagged mountain forests, casting shadows upon the realm, can you sense the beasts of night watching?
A time-forgotten castle, once a bastion of defense in former times, now a Tyrant upon the Prey of Mankind.
Shadows, fog and storm-clouds hold in a skeletal grip of Those Who Drink the Blood of many found.
A towering castle, frozen in a state of slow-decay, broken battlements seize the day.
As clearing amid the forest, under the gaze and watchful eye of a tower, Moroii gather in midnight hours.
Flames burn blue and green from candles pitch black.
The sorcerous crown upon a goat-horned phantom, our omen of power. Night-born bats fly amidst the circle, a skull of a Parricide, reflecting the Cultus of Cain: the first of Devil’s Blood and Vampyre Thirst.
Strigoii guide the rites of the Undead, mixing the crimson blood of Moroii and the Undead, Black Blood of the Undead, gathered in the Chalice of Vampyri.
Burning eyes into shadow’s veil, beautiful unto the rapture of predator and prey.


3. COFFINS FILLED WITH BLOOD (MIXED BLOOD OF MOROII AND STRIGOII)

Gathered in robed convocation, a ruined Chapel of Karnstein.
Candles illuminate, casting shadows in this crypt-like church of Our Father (Ad Majorem Satanae Gloriam) and Dark Mother (Lilith).
Sigils written in blood, chant the summoning of Strigoii by the Coven of Moroii.
This nocturnal gate is opened by Seraphic invocations vibrated into abyssic abodes of the Black Earth.
To be drained under watchful shadows, ghosts of the forests tremble. Consummated with a fanged kiss and the pulse growing weak, Black Blood will be absorbed in my veins quickly.
The chalice is filled with the black blood streaming, bitter taste fills my mouth.
Suffocating, dizzying stillness brings to ears the cries, screams and chants of the dead. So many nights we have drank deep from the shades and manes, now spirit is ripped from this flesh and death carries me away.
May the Black Earth Spew Thee Forth!
Falling, descending into the Abyss, the Cold of the Grave is the Shroud of my Spirit.
Varcolaci hear the cacophony of phantasmagorical screams, in Undead Communion drinking my life force and giving shadowblood to my dying spirit.
The blood has left my dead body, now placed enshrouded in a coffin within the earth. Initiation into the Coven of the Undead.
A coffin filled with unholy grave-dirt so reaped with the Black Plague.
7 inches of blood so poured, soaking and filling the casket to nourish my cocooned corpse.
Coagula, the clawed, white-skeletal hands of death, touching as a reminder of a body quickly shriveled into a mummified corpse.
Spider-veins course with Black Blood throughout my husk transforming.
This coffin is the alchemical vessel of Infernal Apotheosis, the Chapel of Karnstein is my immersion into death and soon the Birth of the Undead. Coagula downward in necrotic descent.


4. TRANSCENDENTAL FIRES OF FALLEN CHERUBIM (STRIGOII AWAKENED)

Charon in the Abyss takes me not, Varcolaci await their Undead Sacred Rites, gateways into Black Mirrors and windows open in the night.
Spirit gifted with the Black Flame Nephilim-born, eldritch in the lore of Heaven and Earth.
Abyssic cradle of bones, green fire putrefies with the Black Flame. My essence congeals and transforms, becomes.
Varcolaci surround and open shadow-veins to fill my spirit and shadow, born of Nosferatu from Moroii to Strigoii.
Undeath, Undeath!
This is my faith, my bones and dead-cells are devoured and become Vampyre! The Black Dragon stirs and with fiery, terrible eyes casts desire into my moldering flesh.
The Red Dragon Spews Devil’s blood into my gestating spirit, encircled with Black Fire to quicken my Apotheosis!
Ouroboros stirs within my unconscious shadow, rises up as Two Serpents within now Red and Black.
From primal abyssic chaos do I rise as did Cain and Kingu.
Lilith’s spirits raise me up as brother, the Ouroboros within bites its own tail.
Solve! In the Black Immersion of Lilith’s Blood born of demonic desire, I am lifted, ascending!
As Zephyrus funereal winds welcome birth into the Undead husk in the Black Earth.
Nourished now nine-days in cold, rotting blood.
Fill the husk, the spirit fills the corpse and the Philosopher’s Stone of the Nightside unites by Solve, Coagula.
A new heart beat, born of Heaven and Earth.
May the Black Earth Spew Thee Forth! Awakened I am now Strigoii, necrotic screams rise from this coffin, clawing up into the soil.
The cold air hits my flesh and nostrils, I am robed now in black. Nocturnal Vampyre, Moroii and Strigoii encircle and welcome me.
The Night is more alive in death than ever before, I shall haunt this earth in power! Vampyre, stillborn into Undeath!


5. COVEN OF MOROII AND STRIGOII

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