Life Desecration
Great streams of blood spurting against the soil In no-man’s land of barbed wire Intolerable conditions must be created for the enemies And death is the ultimate domination For the lifeless love of the crucified corpse Through war, murder, enslavement And deliberate starvation Watching them all cry out in agony And then crumple and fall When the pools of blood are washed away They go and pray to their Lord again Premediated murder on a scale so vast As to stagger any imagination With the priesthood standing by or applauding All Intended, all preventable For the lifeless love of the crucified corpse Feed the inner forces of destruction For violence is a choice Killing so many, so ruthlessly Like an everlasting artillery fire For this is a war of extermination Behold the acrimonious ones advancing Across the land of endless ashes With rising cruelty, beyond the call of duty No longer cold-blooded, yet disposable For this is a war of extermination For the lifeless love of the crucified corpse
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
With unsurpassed viciousness and depravity Marching along with beating drums To destroy the life unworthy for life In bold strokes and without hesitation Let them walk quietly to their death Let them lie in their own filth Let them be engulfed in flames Or lay deserted in deadly desolation Devoid of mercy, devoid of compassion No room for pity of any kind for the relentless threat See the blood gushing like water Ashes or mere food for vultures and worms For this is the law of existence Both justified and unavoidable Getting used to the sight of the dead A matter of total indifference Cannot feel remorse for a guilt that does not exist In this ironic justice Devoid of mercy, devoid of compassion Let the ill will become the undisputed master Through corpse-like loyalty Desecrating life – inadvertently weak and insincere Desecrating life – freed of moral restraint Desecrating life – descending into Desecrating life – a fully malefic violent expression
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Wash me in the blood of the Lamb And I shall be clean, in an act of pure irreverence Come to me, you evil doers Swarm around like flies, disloyal and faithless Your Lord has rejected you forever For he knows your transgressions Your Lord will mock you forever And the falsehood of your redemption Listen to the words of my mouth But in the name of the Lord, I’ll bring you down Your wrath against men will bring you praise But in the name of the Lord, I’ll cut you down May the anguish of the grave come upon you And wash away all your dignity Your bones will be crushed and your hopes dashed forever Hail and praise iniquity With all-devouring fire I’ll end your days in terror With all-consuming wrath I’ll end your years in futility The horns of the wicked shall be lifted up The upright forsaken, like grievers in the wasteland With tongues that plot destruction And the scepter of everlasting shame
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Images traced in precious bones Unfolding before the hollow eyes Of the defenseless and the unsuspecting Nothing to protect them, a slow exile of the dead Across the fields covered with the dead Filled with painful expectations Closer and closer to the sickening wails Of those waiting for their perdition Once more forced to walk over Those surrendered to the uncontested will Just another flock of mourners Grieving over themselves All marching, crushed and dejected Towards the horizon lightened with flashes and fires All marching, shattered and horrified To open graves filled up to the brim Lying down on the dead and the dying With profound clarity or numbing fear Ending up in a convulsive embrace They die because it’s their habit to do so All marching, crushed and dejected Across the miles of desolate ruins All marching, shattered and horrified To be dissolved into the cursed soil Mounds of earth will be heaped above them Moving as if in shuddering breath Of mud and of blood And the smell of death With unseen cruelty, stomping the plague into the ground Taking their lives, on account of their weakness With perverted discipline, while totally cold and unapproachable Bring them down to everlasting ruin
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Awaken the instincts that have lain within us Outside the bounds of morality Blessed are those invited to the slaughter The shameful and the deceitful Smeared with their blood and bent to the (malefic) will For power and for conquest To invade the inheritance of the weak And to defile their holy temples Behold the legions of wrath With tongues harnessed to deceit Legions drenched in blood Enshrined in a moral darkness Masses on the move and drawing near Their numbers like a sand on a bloodred seashore Utterly resigned to their fate Of boundless torture and grief Make them all tremble with fear And lead them to the open graves So that their days will vanish like smoke And their bones shall burn like glowing embers Destruction, meaningless By fire, tempest and disease Row after row, column after column Abomination and cruelty in death There will be no one to preserve Those condemned to die And no one to bury the dead For they will be consumed by fire Behold the legions of wrath With tongues harnessed to deceit Legions drenched in blood An art of unbearable salvation
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
We force our ways through the prisoning walls To conquer our weaker selves Dejected by the events transpired Into the lives of many Bring forth the urge to reprisal A humane war exists only in bloodless brains Bring forth the urge to vengeance Layers upon layers, graves upon graves For we are the war Enacting the laws of scourge across the cold mass grave For we are the war Always wanting to let the sense of duty carry the day We stand above ruins and scattered ashes With unmatched hostility Resorting to violence is the law In the epoch of iron fists Bring forth the urge to reprisal A humane war exists only in bloodless brains Bring forth the urge to vengeance And fill their mouths with screams We dash recklessly through the forests and the blasted heaths Descending towards unadorned slaughter We march relentlessly over the burning fields In this evil-smelling world of envy To crush and conquer – for we are the war Enacting the laws of scourge across the cold mass grave With endless terror – for we are the war Spreading death, oppression and injustice In the hardest and the most bitter fight
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Raided with uncertainty, disharmony and weakness Dying in the bitter cold darkness of the night Their worthless sacrifices has come too late Beneath the smoldering ruins Beneath the smoldering ruins With fascination and mortal fear Left unprepared to resist Soaked with fuel and set on fire The birth of cruelty and extreme renewal Beneath the smoldering ruins Beneath the smoldering ruins With the true-hearted one looking on, in total silence Immeasurably cruel, ruthless and unrelenting Storming out – undignified Burning all over their bodies In a mute litany to the fear crazed crowds Of the wretched and of the broken down The unclean and the detestable Who’ll lay forlorn in distorted postures Remove the traces of the executions No bodies and no bones The graves becoming red hot Right down to the ground Beneath the smoldering ruins Beneath the smoldering ruins With the true-hearted one looking on, in total silence Immeasurably cruel, ruthless and unrelenting
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Apostles of visions of a new elite Standing sublime above all doubt And nihilistic prophets of bloodshed Vindictive, paranoid, obsessed with violence For they have engraved grimness into the hearts of many For they have launched a struggle of pitiless severity Disciples of visions of merciless revenge From the desolation of forced depravity Malicious hordes that grip, tear and dice Betraying no fear of the wounds or the pain For they would be punished with unprecedented harshness For they would be judged with contempt for life And the mercy of the Holy See be upon them In the name of domination And the blessings of the Holy See be with them To eradicate everyone who dares to oppose Blessed be the treachery and the greed There is always a scapegoat for every misstep Blessed be the cruelty and the bloodthirst No gentrified pretentions to protect And the mercy of the Holy See be upon them In the name of control And the blessings of the Holy See be with them To eradicate everyone who dares to oppose Blessed be the malediction and hunger for power There is never too much blood to be shed Blessed be the strictest obedience And no silence for those resting in disposable graves Glorifying the rats And the mercy of the Holy See be upon them In the name of eternal glory and praise And the blessings of the Holy See be with them On the Ratlines to Heaven For he is their Lord, their Holy God And he welcomes them in his Kingdom of Love
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026