Insious Omnium Rerum
She's possessed by demoniac ordeal Lemuria's witch into mysterious lake She frequently gets angry for blood Atrocities is her cult of love An ancient statue recovered from The eerie ritual, a vampyir's nest She always gave me her frozen skin Plagued by spell, she's the death it self All she wants is your hand on fear When she mutates her exceedingly form Is revived the tie of entrails
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 10, 2026
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To palido rostro en tu sombrio perfil Refleja la lugubre penuria del ser Humano, hacia 1348 hacinabas muertos Por decenas y tu vida era la muerte, arrebatassste la flor de mi vida Pero aun asi me funesto deseo es adorarte In the desolation the whole, scenario, the only sound is the constant Moaning of the wind, overhead the immense sky is hazy black and resurgence Of life is over. La muerte negra, spreads her ehinous wings and descending Against human race, gathering of pale flowers, flowers on black veil People sleep in suffering everyday Trionfo della morte As a crack in mankind Thus, completing their cycle In vitae in morte di horta funebra No one will deny that bleakness, on symptom of the seventh doomplague Terrestrial calvary mirrored a paradise in debris and sweetmisery regina Matter putrefactio, the hadez followed with her a precious ange with Fluttering dismay, seemed to become an enormous teratoid Ad interitum funebrarum Having recaptured the gloomy feeling The insight it gave me as appallaing abyss is still Vivid to me until my death
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 10, 2026
To palido rostro en tu sombrio perfil Refleja la lugubre penuria del ser Humano, hacia 1348 hacinabas muertos Por decenas y tu vida era la muerte, arrebatassste la flor de mi vida Pero aun asi me funesto deseo es adorarte In the desolation the whole, scenario, the only sound is the constant Moaning of the wind, overhead the immense sky is hazy black and resurgence Of life is over. La muerte negra, spreads her ehinous wings and descending Against human race, gathering of pale flowers, flowers on black veil People sleep in suffering everyday Trionfo della morte As a crack in mankind Thus, completing their cycle In vitae in morte di horta funebra No one will deny that bleakness, on symptom of the seventh doomplague Terrestrial calvary mirrored a paradise in debris and sweetmisery regina Matter putrefactio, the hadez followed with her a precious ange with Fluttering dismay, seemed to become an enormous teratoid Ad interitum funebrarum Having recaptured the gloomy feeling The insight it gave me as appallaing abyss is still Vivid to me until my death
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 10, 2026
Sear and black wind, pervert until you soul Expeller of wretched matter, expand the real world Funnel inspire the pains, countless dims of subconscious The sight of ghouls around your space, did you hear the serpent's lament?? The dust impregnated into quiet wind, a smaze of enchanted evening Where sunserves of Legba circle, prepare the nuptial flight In terra demorto mundi, the men fell silent The great snake was coming, then there was a petro rite Wails will despise, on the river of the thorns Flow that joy of death, reveal Damballah's face Anxious for young blood, needless, pins & caves Sinuosity curse at midnight, dance of dolls The secret of all serpents, not permite the riest Restore their hideous plasma, all spirits descends to earth Corps from exu are in serpentary, penetrate all opened tomb The sight of ghouls around your space, did you the serpent's lament? ...and then they called softly: Papa Ghede...
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 10, 2026
Inscious omnium rerum Omnes sciant quorum interest Sumnus est imago mortis Id vos ignorare nolui Ad vitae aeternam Ad perpetum rei memoriam Major sum quam ut Mancipium sim mei Corporis mors propter Brevitatem vitae Ad vitae aeternam Ad perpetum rei memoriam Ad infinitum Nunquam longe potest Abesse nobis opus In umbris mortuorum Est timor mortis Ex cathedra dixo Mea umbra vos videtis Vultus est imago amini Ad posthumum
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 10, 2026
Dweller of denser gloomysphere I'm the hate and malevolence Lost into congealing breath Sustain the sap of noteless Dryness my petty dream Seemingly I'm into another limb Hearslike instead of divine I saw my death watch (chorus) ...ego gigno lumen tenebrae Autem naturae mae sunt... That is why I'm not afraid But I'm alone, pray for me Spheram de tenebras Provide dislike the ownlight Glorify my impure gravity Tresspass proven placiedity I heard the graveyard's blare Debacle of fictive Used to capture your tears I'm not sad at all Inhabitant of down below Horridas nostrae mentis purga tenebras Accende lumen sensibus Physique quam aetherium Obscurium per obscurius Macabra naturam Protestatem in corpus Nobis potius terribilis deusmortis Habentibus symbolum facilis est transitus In spheram de tenebras
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 10, 2026
...Mortuum itstum componi corpore, spuiritu et anima, eumque natura elementorum omnium et obscuritatem assumisse... egosum qam sum de stirpe diabolica pro liberatione et dissoultione generis humani peccato captivati ex transgressione adae, naturam... we saw in it all the art of dread splendid procession of grieve gloam the blank wet without a grimy kind of dream, we could imagine ourselves throwing infinitive breavement, if I deserve to die... I'll die dejected ...In pax moriendi ...non prius conatus misericordia allis commovere quam misericordia sum ipse captus, per ignaviam magno metu novis opus est timor mortis... anima mortuus est secretus iignis nostrae philosophiae, oleum nostrum nostra opus macabra, sphera quam tenebrarum vocamus, transmutemini... mother of all miserables, take my deplored soul deflesh the ephemeral body, collect the bones and limbs put an end to my penury, mater misericordiae the ether of somber divinity, nostra gloria est.
Submitted by The Void — Apr 18, 2026
When you deserve the dark Darkly entety disappear Dissolution of my soul Ritualist evoke the fear Fearful to oblivion Asstrum ritus scelestum Ramulous way of the undying A rapture in taciturn Argentum vivum
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 10, 2026