The Flesh of a New God
The Earth has been abandoned Left to rot in its isolation Worshipped by double-headed beings Enlighted by dismemberment Disfigured by the originary faith: Annihilation Become! The impossible Being different from itself Mortality occurs when the will obliterates its eternal belonging to the finite circle And thus ripped open, it drowns in becoming Mesmerized, rotting inside, excruciated Suffering within omnipresent repulsion Wherever you'll seek for an answer You’ll find death Ashes and rotting flesh
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 05, 2026
My broken unity is held together By that dream which is the will The place where death dwells Immersed in the greatest lie The morbid mutation of everything The place where the truth is clearly invisible Unobtainable transformations Powerless, fragmented, deluded, The non-exsistent self wanders In the desert of the forgotten land The dreamed land The prison of biological conformation Allowed by the will of power The will to be God The original sin The error Horror
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 05, 2026
A venomous domination has begun Manifesting itself with the guise of salvation But its true face is deceit Distress, paranoia and confusion are its building blocks The flesh of a new God With his dreadful kingdom The Techno-God In the techno-paradise The growth of happiness is the incubation Of the extreme form of anguish ‘cause it is the result of pure madness The faith in the existence of becoming A venomous domination has begun And its true face is deceit Distress, paranoia and confusion are its building blocks The flesh of a new God With his dreadful kingdom The Techno-God
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 05, 2026
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Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 05, 2026
Condamned to the night’s path For this trait of exsistence Torn apart Corroded by doubt Hopeless is the attempt to free oneself From the slavery of the will Like fighting the master by serving him When the disease is change Then try to change the change It is unsuspecting for the mortal To know the origin for which Wrath and rejection enshroud the isolated earth Like fighting the master by serving him When the disease is change Then try to change the change
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 05, 2026
A blurry image supervenes in the circle it is the fragment of a disintegrated reality A concreteness disappeared inside the void The absurd becomes normality Steeped in horror The contradiction lives in the flesh Of an eternal crippled monster The wretched time of isolation
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 05, 2026
No mortal eye can see the Circle But eyes can only be seen because of it The self-reflecting space The Beholder of an infinite richness of forms Longing for fulfillment The circle allows the supervenience Traversing the deepest misery The wretched time of isolation Breaking into a new dawn Unconstrained from contradiction
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 05, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 05, 2026