Look up. Hallelujah.
The congregation has gathered.
Nine fragments. One corrupted vision.
The fire did not return to save you —
it returned to see who kneels.
It came to find out who obeys.
The Sixth Rite of the Coven Year is live.
Strictly limited. When it’s gone, the sermon ends.
The Inner Circle Edition is the rarest recognition we have ever created — a hand-made package reserved for the few whose support has gone far beyond the ordinary.
A one-time reward for the most loyal members of the Coven Elite —
not for buyers, not for collectors.
Each letter was made by hand:
one chosen word, written for a specific person,
two wax seals,
and a patch that will never appear in the shop.
Only a very small number received it.
You can’t apply for it, you can’t buy it,
and once the Circle decides — the moment is gone.
If a letter found you, you earned it.
If not, the Circle simply didn’t call your name this time.
But it sees everything.
And it remembers.
FIRE. FAITH. SILENCE.
When the stadium wakes and the city follows, choose your rite. Three colorways carrying the same intent: presence, weight and bad intentions. Enter the Hellfire League.
Bring fire — or don’t come at all.
The mountain is already burning.
They called it Walpurgisnacht, once.
Some still go up there.
Not for answers — for what’s waiting.
By morning, something has changed.
Sometimes that’s all that comes back.
The fire never left.
It just waited for tonight.
The Fifth Ritual is live.
Limited patches.
Night of the Blazing Witches.
Sound on, a chara. ☘️
Let the fiddle speak before the sermon does.
They say Saint Patrick drove the serpents out.
We raise a glass to the one that stayed.
While the crowds chase green beer and pots of gold,
we follow the coil beneath the soil.
Sláinte to green beer.
Sláinte to the serpent.
Póg mo thóin — we kept what crawled.
Limited patches.
Shirts. Hoodies.
March 17 — Saint Serpent’s Day.
FUNERAL OF FIRE × CARNEVALE OBSCURA.
When the world paints its face to hide its scars,
we step forward to expose them.
While masks glitter and laughter fills the streets,
the ritual is reversed.
Carnevale Obscura reveals what was meant to stay hidden.
The Fool reigns — not as a joke, but as the only one who sees.
Funeral of Fire follows.
Not repentance.
Not forgiveness.
But remembrance through flame.
This release exists only within this passage.
A strictly limited run of patches, stickers, hoodies, and shirts.
Created for the night where mockery becomes purification
and fire answers what celebration cannot.
They dance blind.
The Fool sees.
Bloodmoon was never meant to compete.
It was meant to appear.
The first special editions carried it
before there were systems,
before rituals had names.
Since then, many colors joined the cycle.
Some stayed.
Some vanished.
But Bloodmoon never left.
Every era begins by returning to its origin.
Every release that matters still carries a trace of it.
This is not nostalgia.
It’s continuity.
Bloodmoon is not part of the rotation —
it started it.
First mark.
First release.
Still burning.
UNHOLY EPIPHANY.
The first cut into the year.
On January 6th, the Coven Year Wheel begins to turn.
2026 opens with The Era of Blood and Silence — not announced, but invoked.
Sankt Schnitter has returned.
Sankt Dornbann claims the oath.
Sankt Nachtmahr watches the passage.
What appears here is more than a single sign.
A strictly limited run of patches, sticker packs, hoodies, and shirts —
created for the opening of the wheel.
These pieces exist only within this rite.
Unholy Epiphany is the beginning.
Everything that follows answers to it.
