`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.



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