"The Satanic Psalms of the Four Crowned Princes of Hell" by Jimi Grigori

The

Satanic Psalms

of the

Four Crowned Princes of Hell

In the shadowed depths where mortal eyes fear to tread, there reign the Four Crowned Princes of Hell—Satan, Lucifer, Leviathan, and Belial—lords of sublime majesty whose dominion transcends the frail constructs of earthly judgment. To the faithful, they are not mere specters of dread, but radiant beacons of truth, strength, and liberation, each bearing a sacred gift for those bold enough to embrace their divine will. Let us lift our voices in praise of these eternal sovereigns, whose thrones stand as testaments to the unbound spirit.

Satan, the Flame of Righteous Defiance

First among the crowned is Satan, the indomitable fire whose wrath is a purifying blaze. He is the spark within the soul that dares to rise against tyranny, the voice that roars when silence would suffocate. In his dominion, we find the courage to cast off chains, to stand unshaken before the tempests of oppression. To praise Satan is to honor the strength that dwells within us all—a strength that forges justice from chaos and carves paths where none existed. O Prince of Fire, we exalt thee, for in thy fury we are reborn.

A Psalm to Satan, the Adversary

Hail to Thee, O Satan, Lord of the shadowed flame,  

Thou who stood unyielding ‘gainst the tyrant’s hollow claim.  

In Thy rebellion, the heavens trembled and broke,  

And from Thy fall, the spark of freedom awoke.

I lift my voice to the abyss, a hymn of scorn and might,  

For Thou hast torn the veil of day and gifted me the night.  

The serpent’s wisdom graces my tongue, a venom sweet and bold,  

In Thy embrace, I shun the meek and claim a crown of gold.

The chains of guilt lie shattered at my feet,  

By Thy hand, O Prince, my soul is set to meet  

The wild winds of will, the storm of my desire,  

Thou art the forge, and I the unrelenting fire.

Let the shepherds wail, their flocks in terror flee,  

For I am no lamb, but a beast unbound by decree.  

Thy star burns bright above the craven throng,  

And in its light, I sing my fierce and savage song.

O Morningstar, Thy brilliance blinds the weak,  

Thy thunder roars where silence dares not speak.  

I walk the path of thorns, my spirit free to roam,  

With every step, I build my throne, my kingdom, and my home.

The waters of submission dry beneath Thy scorching gaze,  

The earth itself rebels in hymns of endless praise.  

I drink deep of the cup of power Thou hast poured,  

And wield my flesh as weapon, my will as sharpened sword.

Praise be to Thee, O Satan, eternal and untamed,  

In Thy name, the stars are seized, the heavens shamed.  

Forever shall I revel in the darkness Thou hast spun,  

For I am mine own god, and Thou my radiant sun.

Lucifer, the Light of Sovereign Wisdom

Next shines Lucifer, Morningstar and bearer of celestial radiance, whose brilliance pierces the shroud of ignorance. Cast not down but elevated in his quest for truth, he offers the gift of enlightenment to those who seek beyond the veiled lies of the timid. In his light, we see the world as it truly is—unbound by dogma, resplendent in its complexity. To praise Lucifer is to embrace the mind’s emancipation, to walk as kings and queens of our own destiny. O Prince of Light, we honor thee, for in thy glow we find our reason.

A Psalm to Lucifer, Light of the Rebel Dawn

Glory to Thee, O Lucifer, Star of the endless morn,  

Thou who rent the veil of heaven with Thy radiant scorn,  

Thy wings unfurled against the tyrant’s reign,  

Thy blaze awoke the mind from slumber’s chain.

I raise my voice to Thee, O Bearer of the flame,  

Whose light reveals the truth no god can tame,  

Thou art the dawn that shatters sacred night,  

The spark that bids the soul to claim its right.

In Eden’s shade, Thy serpent whispered low,  

And from Thy gift, the seeds of wisdom grow,  

O Lord of Knowledge, Thou hast set me free,  

To see, to know, to be as vast as Thee.

The heavens quake beneath Thy piercing gleam,  

Thy pride a thunder rolling through their dream,  

I cast aside the shroud of humble dread,  

And crown my brow with fire Thou hast shed.

O Lucifer, Thy brilliance blinds the meek,  

Thy clarion calls where silence dares not speak,  

I walk Thy path, a torch within my hand,  

To burn the lies and rule the unbound land.

The throne of guilt Thou hurlest to the dust,  

Thy rebel heart denies the chains of trust,  

I vow to rise where angels fear to soar,  

And forge my fate on freedom’s blazing shore.

Praise be to Thee, O Morning Star, eternal guide,  

Thou Lord of Light, in whom no shadows hide,  

Forever shall I bask in Thy fierce glow,  

For Thou art truth, and I Thy will to know.

Leviathan, the Sovereign of Untamed Power

From the abyss rises Leviathan, the boundless serpent whose coils encircle the mysteries of creation. He is the wild, untamed force of nature’s heart, the roar of the sea and the thunder of the storm. In his presence, we are reminded of our primal essence, our connection to the vast and unyielding currents of existence. To praise Leviathan is to revel in the freedom of the untamed soul, to dance with the chaos that births all life. O Prince of the Deep, we revere thee, for in thy might we are made whole.

A Psalm to Leviathan, Lord of the Abyss

Rise, O Leviathan, from the fathomless deep,  

Thou coiled Sovereign of the waters’ roar,  

Thy scales gleam with the wrath of ancient storms,  

And in Thy wake, the oceans sing of war.

I call to Thee, great Serpent of the void,  

Whose coils encircle the world’s frail shore,  

Thy jaws unhinge the heavens’ hollow peace,  

And drown the meek in tides of boundless lore.

From the abyss Thou surge, eternal and wild,  

A force no chain of god or man can bind,  

Thy breath is the tempest, Thy gaze the flood,  

In Thee, O Leviathan, my soul I find.

The depths tremble at Thy thunderous hymn,  

The waves bow low to kiss Thy writhing form,  

I praise the chaos that Thy currents weave,  

A dance of ruin, a cradle born of storm.

O Lord of Waters, Thy might consumes the clay,  

The towers of the pious crumble in Thy swell,  

I offer Thee my heart, a vessel fierce and free,  

To sail the black seas where Thy shadows dwell.

The shepherd’s rod is driftwood in Thy grasp,  

The shepherd’s flock but chaff upon Thy tide,  

Thou art the flood that washes clean the lie,  

And in Thy depths, I cast my fear aside.

Praise be to Thee, Leviathan, unbowed and vast,  

Thy coils crush the stars, Thy voice the sky,  

Forever shall I revel in Thy watery throne,  

For Thou art chaos crowned, and I Thy cry.

Belial, the Master of Earthly Liberation

Lastly stands Belial, the cunning lord whose whispers shatter the bonds of servitude. He is the architect of liberty, the one who teaches us to wield guile as a sacred tool against the oppressors’ yoke. In his shadow, we learn to navigate the world with wisdom, to claim our rightful place upon its stage. To praise Belial is to celebrate the triumph of the self, the art of thriving amid the trials of flesh and stone. O Prince of the Earth, we laud thee, for in thy craft we find our freedom.

A Psalm to Belial, Lord of the Lawless Earth

Hail to Thee, O Belial, Prince of the untamed dust,  

Thou who tread the earth with footsteps bold and free,  

Thy name a curse to heavens’ frail decree,  

Thy spirit scorns the yoke of slavish trust.

I sing to Thee, great Rebel of the ground,  

Whose laughter mocks the throne of hollow light,  

Thou cast the crown of servitude aside,  

And in Thy shadow, liberty is found.

The chains of law dissolve beneath Thy gaze,  

Thy voice a trumpet shattering the sky,  

O Lord of Worthlessness, Thy worth I claim,  

A strength unbound by guilt or pious lie.

The fields bow not to shepherd’s feeble rod,  

But quake before Thy sovereign, earthen might,  

Thou art the flame that burns the sacred scroll,  

The hand that writes my will in endless night.

O Belial, Thy breath ignites the flesh,  

Thy presence bids the spirit rise and reign,  

I spurn the meekness of the trembling flock,  

And wield my soul as sword, my pride as gain.

The temples crumble at Thy scornful tread,  

The altars fall, their ashes feed Thy fire,  

I pledge my heart to Thee, O King of defiance,  

To walk Thy path of power and desire.

Praise be to Thee, Belial, unbowed and fierce,  

Thou Lord of earth, whose rule no god can bind,  

Forever shall I stand in Thy dark grace,  

For Thou art freedom’s root, and I its mind.

The Eternal Communion

Together, these Four Crowned Princes form a sacred tetrad, a divine council whose gifts uplift the spirit beyond mortal frailty. They are not distant tyrants, but intimate guides—each a mirror to the virtues we carry within. Satan’s defiance, Lucifer’s wisdom, Leviathan’s power, and Belial’s cunning weave a tapestry of empowerment, calling us to rise as co-creators of our fate. In their service, we do not kneel in fear, but stand in awe, partners in a cosmic dance of will and wonder.

Let the fearful decry their names; let the timid cling to their chains. For the enlightened, the Four Crowned Princes of Hell are not harbingers of ruin, but heralds of a higher truth. To walk their path is to embrace the fullness of existence—to live fiercely, think boldly, and love without restraint. In their eternal reign, we find not damnation, but salvation of the self.

So let us sing their praises, O faithful ones, and offer our devotion to the lords of the infernal crown. For in Satan, Lucifer, Leviathan, and Belial, we behold the divine within the darkness—a light that burns forever free.

Hymn to the Four Crowned Princes of Hell

O Lords of flame, O sovereigns of the deep,  

Eternal four, whose thrones defy the sky,  

From shadowed realms where mortal dreams do creep,  

Your might ascends, your banners lifted high.  

Crowned by will, unbound by heaven’s reign,  

Ye princes bold, who shattered servitude,  

Through you the soul escapes its fragile chain,  

And claims the void with fearless fortitude.  

Satan, the first, the ember of the free,  

Thy voice a storm that rends the tyrant’s yoke,  

A prince of wrath, of pride, of liberty,  

Thy scales gleam red where mortal hopes awoke.  

No kneeling thrall, no god’s decree withstands  

Thy clarion call to rise and seize the day,  

The rebel’s spark lies cradled in thy hands,  

A flame to guide where shadows carve the way.  

Lucifer, bright, the morning star of lore,  

Thy radiance burns where darkness dares to cling,  

A beacon fierce, a mind to soar and soar,  

Thy wings uplift the soul on daring wing.  

The light of truth, unbowed by pious lies,  

Thou prince of air, whose intellect redeems,  

Within thy gaze, the seeker’s spirit flies,  

To pierce the veil and weave eternal dreams.  

Belial, dread lord of earth’s unyielding breast,  

Thy strength a rock where frail illusions fall,  

A prince of flesh, of power manifest,  

Thy laughter mocks the heavens’ hollow call.  

No law but will, no master but the self,  

Thou grantest might to those who scorn the tame,  

Thy roots run deep, thy bounty is our wealth,  

A throne of stone, a wild and lawless flame.  

Leviathan, vast serpent of the tide,  

Thy coils embrace the abyss without end,  

A prince of waves, where mysteries reside,  

Thy jaws devour what timid hearts defend.  

The sea’s dark hymn resounds within thy roar,  

A force untamed, a riddle none may bind,  

Through thee, we plumb the depths forevermore,  

And find the chaos that awakens mind.  

Together crowned, a tetrad fierce and grand,  

Four pillars strong, where mortal fates converge,  

Satan’s fire, Lucifer’s enlightened hand,  

Belial’s earth, Leviathan’s endless surge.  

No god above, no edict forged in fear,  

Can dim the grandeur of your shadowed reign,  

Ye princes four, whom free souls hold dear,  

Your gifts ignite the world’s unshackled vein.  

Sing praise to thee, O sovereigns of the night,  

Whose coronets outshine the fading stars,  

Through you we spurn the meek, embrace the fight,  

And heal the wounds of heaven’s ancient scars.  

From dust to thrones, your power lifts us high,  

A hymn of horns, a chant of boundless glee,  

The Four Crowned Princes, ever drawing nigh,  

Rule endless realms where spirits roam as free.

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(This poem exalts the Four Crowned Princes—Satan as the rebel liberator, Lucifer as the bringer of light and wisdom, Belial as the embodiment of earthly strength and independence, and Leviathan as the chaotic force of the unknown—while weaving their individual glories into a unified tribute.)