The Death Mass
Order of The Black Dragon

Dracomet

The Death Mass

Messe Mortuorum: The rite of the recogition of the passage from this stage of life into the Great Darkness.



Entrance

Five hooded phantoms enter slowly, with rhythmic steps, carrying a coffin or sarcophagus, & one black candle each. It shall be lain behind the altar. The five will place the candles in each corner of the pentagram.

Danse Noir

Dancers will dance around the pentagram, motioning rising movements with arms, towards the coffin/sarcophagus. Congregants shall sit quietly. Near the exhaust point, a gong or loud death-bell will be sounded. The dancers will then sit upon cushions reserved for them on the floor, on the edges of the pentagram, holding the candles placed by the phantoms. After a small moment, the coffin/sarcophagus shall creak open, & exiting therefrom shall be the Priest. Concealed lighting directed upwards from the floor is recommended. Dry ice pervaids the noctuary. Priest now either stands behind the altar, or at a prepared podium.

The Recital

Welcome, brothers & sisters, to this most auspicious occasion!

{Priest will request that the congrgation lower their heads & close their eyes}

The Lords of Death look upon our ceremony tonight! The Grim Reaper flies out through the misty darkness on this black evening! For soon we shall hear the beating of his wings!

{relay the noise & have enter quietly a hooded figure holding a scythe. If a turning secret panel can be constructed from within the coffin/sarcophagus, then so much the better, as the grim one may materialize from it}

The graves roll in moist soil, bones crack & extend forth, to reach into the world of the living! Morbid spechtres trancend from crypts & morgues to join us in fellowship! Crimson is the blood that seeps into the black earth! With eyes uncovered by decay, released from the cemetaries this Hallow's Eve, we gaze into the world beyond the grave, through the swirling smokes of the void, & into the grimly lit eyes of mortality!

{Congregation will be instructed to open eyes, & shall observe the Grim Reaper standing beside the Priest. The Priest will lift the Bucranium up from the altar before the congregation, who shall be aghast}

Blessed be our ancestry! From their seed we are spawned, children of darkness, of one blood, kin of the elder race!

All: Blessed be our Ancestry! From their seed we are spawned, Children of Darkness, on one blood, kin of the Elder Race!

The Anointing

Death-tone bell resonates, as the Priest solemnly places the bucranium down. An apprentice brings a glass chalice affront, & holds it before the Priest, who has now picked up the Athame of Mortality. The Priest passes it across the wide spechtrum of the noctuary towards the congregants, while saying,

"Dei mortis a vivir nostri carnalis".

Hold it high above, then bring it down slowly, & kiss the blade. Dip the athame into the chalice, scooping the blood {paint}, smearing it in the sign of the pentagram upon the forehead. {Note: have a "screamer", or several "screamers" (may be the now veiled dancers; or hidden recorded screams) who will do just that, the second the cool blade is applied --- this will cause a shock sensation throughout the audience}.

Apprentice places chalice upon the altar, & presents a larger container, which holds the "blood" {powdered blood}. The Priest will now anoint the apprentice, then the dancers, & finally, the congregation, who will line up in single-file. Upon anointing them, the Priest says:

"The Blood of Our Race anoints you."

to which the congregaant shall reply, "Praised be to the Prince of Darkness."

He will then bow, kneeling upon the right knee before The Grim Reaper, who shall slowly lower his sickle in knighting fashion upon their shoulders. They will then each return to their seat in deep contemplation, bowing head.

When all have been anointed, The Grim Repaer will re-enter the coffin/sarcophagus. The Death-tone bell is now sounded thirteen times. All will raise heads, stand, & recite the following:

The Resurrection Recitation

All: Life has sprung forth from death. From out of the rotting bowels, the stench-filled pits of the grave, has the blood begun to flow again! Reversed is the rigor mortis, that has, for far too long, been ingrained into flesh! Rise up! Elder ones, & come alive once again in our minds! Possess us to learn of thine ancient gnosis, thine eternal fountains of wisdom! Resurrect the life-flames, the fires of omniscience within our beings! Sustain us in the bounty of knowing, the bounty of being! Reveal thy visions unto our eyes!

{Death-tone bell sounds}

Danse Noir / Closing

After The Danse Noir, one by one, the congregants shall step before the altar & bow, then quietly depart.


Copyright by Draconis Blackthorne & The Draconian Church XXXV A.S. / 2000 c.e. All Rights Reserved.


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