PIT FIEND by insectarium

BONUS!
Included in this version of the album is the original version of "sermon on the mount!" This initial version of the song used a passage adapted from Anton LaVey’s Satanic Bible (1969), The Book of Satan (V).

Once, a powerful paladin served the realm with unwavering dedication. Known for his valor and strength, he was celebrated as a hero, even revered as a near-mythical figure. But his shining armor hid a flaw: a growing sense of pride, a belief that he alone could cleanse the world of evil.
As he aged, he obsessed over a past battle when an evil was able to evade his strength; the battle with a pit fiend. His ego was unable to remove his sense of failure, and so he set his sights on the infernal realms themselves, the birthplace of true, unspeakable evil.
A lesser baatazu could have been dispatched by other heroes, but this pit fiend—an ancient, formidable general of the Nine Hells—was a foe only a god or a legend could defeat.
Ignoring the counsel of his mentors, who warned of the dangers of entering the Nine Hells, the paladin sought the secret arcana to create a portal to the fiend’s realm.
The paladin found himself faced with horrors beyond his imagination. The Nine Hells were not the chaotic battlegrounds he expected but instead a realm of cruel order, where infernal schemes and ancient pacts reigned supreme. His holy powers weakened in the oppressive darkness, the weight of his mortal arrogance pressing against him. He pressed on, pride refusing to let him turn back.
Finally, he tracked the pit fiend to its lair: an obsidian fortress surrounded by rivers of molten iron, guarded by legions of devils. He stormed the fortress, cutting down demon after demon, until he came face-to-face with his target.
In the ensuing battle, the paladin learned the true depth of his error. The pit fiend was not just a monster but a master of manipulation and deception, feeding off the paladin’s pride for many years; dark spells were cast to haunt the paladin’s ego, which lead him into the pit fiend’s realm!
As they clashed, the devil taunted him, pointing out how his own pride had led him there, now isolated and weakened. Despite all his skill and strength, the paladin was overpowered.
The paladin was defeated, and crucified to the fiend’s enormous throne. Ten swords attached him to the black stone as an infernal trophy.
The paladin remains in hell for an eternity. He is kept barely alive just to listen to the fiend gloat and lecture him on its brutal strength and the paladin’s poor decision.
The paladin vowed if he ever escaped, he would find redemption. Not in the glory of battle, but in humility and in service to others. He vowed to reject the pride that had driven him to this place.
But there would never be an escape.

Lyrics for ‘pit fiend’
You gods have no reach here
Their grandiose power can’t dive this far deep
Your sins are safe with us
We know your ego drove you to these depths

Lyrics for ‘sermon on the mount’
Behold the fires of hell which beckoned you! The black stones! The molten iron!

Horror and torment as far as your bloodied eyes can see!

These cloven hooves now walk upon your withered flesh!

The legions crave to peel away your skin. To pull out your intestines. To eat your bones.

Blind to the awaiting danger, your inflated sense of self has driven you to folly.

The foes were cleverly placed before you; willing to be sacrificed for the plan.

You are no grander than anyone, just another “legend” to fade in time.

Seeking Gratification of the Self removed you from the blessings of your god.

Salvation was within your control, but you could not loosen the grip of your desires.

Terrorized by what you did not achieve, while your strengths weakened over time.

Your god saw the desire you hid away, yet it did nothing to stop you.

Your god is dead! There is no more glory for you and you are left to suffer.

Cursed are the poor in spirit. A spirit of anger drove your vengeance!

Cursed are those who mourn. Eternity will feed on your tears.

Cursed are the meek. Only through defeat doth your humility return!

Cursed are those who hunger for righteousness. An appetite driven by ego.

Cursed are the "merciful." Your path of destruction is evidence of your intent!

Cursed are those persecuted for righteousness. They have chosen their torment.

Cursed are the pure in heart. Purity is a desire to appear better than others!

Blessed are the mighty handed, for by the sword others shall be terrorized!

The seeds of treachery were planted within you long ago. The belief your strength could match this hell!

You have Forsaken others willing to aid you with the thought that you alone could be the hero!

10 swords shall hold you to the throne! An eternity of regret will fill your heart with sorrow!

Your own self-deceit has betrayed you in the end. Your “righteousness” was nothing more than a flame ignited from hell, by the pit fiend!

insectarium is dark ambient soundscapes created by Joel Hinkle in Springfield IL.
Influenced by dark ambient, drone, world, ritual, & industrial. His music can be found in collaborations, compilations, several documentary films, episodes of 'The Sorrow' and programs such as SomaFM, Nacht Radio Show, and Hearts of Space radio.

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