D.C.T. (Divine Command Theory)
Waking in a stupor knowing something's gone amiss Thoughts are in a haze and body's in paralysis Memories of horror raging all across the mind Chest space in reduction, foreign creature living blind Future is uncertain, fearful dread begins to grow Just what being lives inside, impossible to know Wretch of pain and hunger pangs, abnormal, now proceed The juxtaposed euphoria and never-ending greed Circulation in decline, the bulge's form is grown No one is around to help, in need and all alone War within your body never giving a refrain Know nothing in circumstance but unforgiving pain The time is near Succumb to fear Struggle ongoing Death incoming I concede Intensity of pain begins to heighten and expand Sensation of seizure grips the pulmonary glands Starved of oxygen as blood begins to slowly seep Warring for control as life itself is tough to keep Crimson red bursts forth as skin begins to tear away Mercy is unknown, no need of desperate words you say Death incoming fast, internal struggle reaching peak A brutal force to come against, the host left wrecked and weak Final muscle spasm throwing up the blood of time Hell awaits in agony, the end shall be sublime Serpent shrieks, the body dies, the purpose has been served Severed flesh now separates, the beast shall now emerge The time is near Succumb to fear Struggle ongoing Death incoming I concede The time is near Succumb to fear Struggle ongoing Death incoming I concede
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Jun 22, 2026
Conflict in the jungle, shrugging off the consequence Win the firefight through nothing but solid offence Shots come racing back in numbers, warning not to heed I don't care about the mess, I ain't got time to bleed Warring through the crimson forest Beast traversing every surface No point stopping and reflecting Onward with the brutal slaying Weapons so advanced beyond the aspects of our own Capabilities to kill, on our men have been shown Hunting us for sport, there is no motive and no need I don't care about the mess, I ain't got time to bleed Warring through the crimson forest Beast traversing every surface No point stopping and reflecting Onward with the brutal slaying Warring through the crimson forest Beast traversing every surface No point stopping and reflecting Onward with the brutal slaying
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 11, 2026
Balls In your mouth Balls In your mouth Balls In your mouth Balls In your mouth In your mouth
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 11, 2026
To do as you're told, convention of old The ancient ideals that you uphold Don't spoil the surprise, it's all fucking lies Tread over man, and his pitiful cries To hold the throne of man Unleashed eternal plan Slavery, held by reign Use fear to maintain Deontology Your philosophy Out-dated theory D.C.T. Keep order through hate, combine church and state Convince the mindless masses of their incoming fate The rapture is near, or so you adhere Withhold your position spreading lies and causing fear To rule society The bullshit you must preach The force of religion Enslaving everyone Deontology Your philosophy Out-dated theory D.C.T. Slaving, killing, gaining, never letting go Cover up the tracks, make sure we never know Organised religion, keep us in the dark Paralysed with fear, we'll never stray afar Panic us with tales of going to the pit Capture, torture, burn all those who don't submit Obvious hypocrisy, your book of lies Pull our strings from when we're born until we die
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 11, 2026
Macaroni massacre
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 11, 2026
Seconds to go, until the attack Once the horn blows, there's no turning back Gunners in front, and cowards behind No way out, there's nowhere to hide Cursed to this fate, by rite alone Fighting a war, so far from home Soon to be dead, no conscience, no fear One thing left, kill all who are near Over the top Final push No turning back Death is here Agony, torture, is all that awaits A painful death, in this hellish place Pure adrenaline rush to the head A final sprint, is all that's left Close to your end, you let it all go A thousand Germans between you and your home Whoever's not dying, is already dead The only way out's through their fucking heads Over the top Final push No turning back Death is here Over the top Final push No turning back Death is here
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 11, 2026