Dark Mass: Two

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Dark Mass Sermon: Two, by Cardinal Edward Vaughn

To every form of being is assigned, An active measure… however removed? From sense and observation it subsists In all things of, or within our blood; The Traditions universal, disclose still the more, The more we know; through the veneration, Of Sanctified words!

Do not think--through strength of age, to commit such estate For it shall divide you entirely from the stir of vampiric nature.

Rightly is it said: That kindred descend into the vale of years; And sleep twists and distorts the memory of centuries With all the shapes over its surface spread: That one may forget, what I have spoken here this eve In aspect and word of warning, yet a point On which it is impossible to exist

<Progeny> For me, consulting what I regard In times--when most existence is malcontent, I cannot but believe, That, we are creatures of a far greater purpose And reason's sway predominates; even so far, Covenant, domain, and time itself, That saps the weak mortal frame, And lays the generations low in dust, But we endure!--by the Traditions thrice, Each partake, one and the same, bringing forth the beast That tires not for blood, Nor betrays…our unlife, turned

Out of this course, where-ever childer made An offering, or a sacrifice, a tool Or implement, a passive thing employed As a brute mean, without acknowledgment Of common right or interest in the end; Or used selfishly, may prompt. What can follow for a rational soul? Uninhibited thus, but weakness--condemnable, The blood darkens and thy Will is lessened such

What say you on the Traditions thus, my Brethren?

<CHORAL RESPONSE> Woe to him who reveals thy true nature or sires a childer, Damnation to those who devour the heartsblood of another.

<Masquerade> For chastisement, and custody, and bonds, And oft-times Death, avenger of indiscretion, And the sole guardian in whose hands we dare Entrust our future.--Not for careless revealing Was our kind created; but to obey the law of secrecy. And 'tis known That when we stand upon our native soil, Seeded in pools of shadows, we hunt Unseen by such mortals as oppress To eyes and ears of those who themselves Did, in the time of their dread, Huddle together fearfully, and therefore make plans To destroy our kind Bound by common lot-- Into a wild disorder; A savage horde among the mortals, A servile band of hunters set upon thee! I say no! By timely culture unsustained; or run or be forced To drudge through a weary unlife without the help Of intellectual implements and preclusion; Both understood and made aware by blood,--so that none, However destitute, be left unveiled!


What say you on the Traditions thus, my Brethren?

<CHORAL RESPONSE> Woe to him who reveals thy true nature or sires a childer, Damnation to those who devour the heartsblood of another.


Strange then, no less than monstrous, might be deemed The failure, of our kind, to this point Liberal and undistinguishing, should discount The social order of kindred; traditions founded From common understanding; leaving truth And virtue, difficult, abstruse, and dark; Left behind

Stranger then, by gluttony, one feeds from his brother, And betray all the rest! The sinless age, by conscience is enrolled, Yet defiance sates its awful thirst, Lifting its willful hand on mischief bent, Turning the godlike faculty of immortality To Impious use--by process indirect As Gods delighting in remorseless deeds; To promote ill purposes, flattering their foul desires, To madness, their end!

What say you on the Traditions thus, my Brethren? <CHORAL RESPONSE> Woe to him who reveals thy true nature or sires a childer, Damnation to those who devour the heartsblood of another.


Though our ethereal texture pierced--ere we, Who saw, of change--were conscious--had become Vivid as fire; clouds separately poised,-- Transparent forms among the mass. So shall licentiousness and black resolve Be rooted out, and virtuous habits take Their place; Like an inheritance, from age to age By prayer in bounty grant, In mercy grant it, To thy wretched sons.

Alas! the covenants, who of yore received These tidings, and in Dark Mass meet To seek knowledge in tradition, to them, Their birthright--Reason, and by thus We shall endure.

What say you on the Traditions thus, my Brethren? <CHORAL RESPONSE x2> Woe to him who reveals thy true nature or sires a childer, Damnation to those who devour the heartsblood of another.
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