My Filthy Ashes / Voces de un corazón helado
Far beyond these cursed lands Towns remain left behind Only silence and sorrow stay alive Some refused to believe Others said it was unreal Only true believers could survive Hate and Fear are felt in every home Tears and blood had to be shed As a thick fog guides us As a rotten smell feeds us Headshots, flames. ropes and blades Many of us embraced despair Cuts in veins and cult to the Dark Blackness has become our life Hate and fear are felt in every home Tears and blood had to be shed Cold waves pierce into my dreams The sun won't dare to rise again A strong emotion controls your behaviour Insomnia and insanity are part of you You struggle to do your human acts But like all of us, you started to die As a thick fog guides us As a rotten smell feeds us
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
I hear the call, Trumpets sound at nightfall Grace or Damnation, No time... No choice Ancient spirits lead me, I listen their voice They consume my humam breath I taste each of their souls Looking for how crossing the Black Door Looking my fate up in the Scriptures I feel the ground, it's dampness shows my way Path of Ascension, No place for pain Ancient spirits lead me, I listen their voice They consume my humam breath I taste each of their souls Into the Hole An attempt to control increases my insanity Tonight the moon is shining for me The fall of this era will be my relief What dark secret to you conceal Vhianselma? Always evil and glory are around you Drums of Doom, now the sky becomes dark This world deserves a higher category God Oh! My Lord... I am bleeding to death I have opened the Black Door I beg unmerciful reign
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Field of downfall, field of graves Cradle of bloodshed, cradle of braves The horizon is colder, we have no pain The moon isn't hiding, we are revenge Army of tyrants, the most hateful men Tremble at my arrival, sentence of death As a strong firestorm I'll use up your breath And if I am dead, tell me where I'm buried My filthy ashes will be your eternal glory The horizon is colder, we have no pain The moon isn't hidden, we are revenge Army of tyrants, the most hateful men Tremble at my arrival, sentence of death As a strong firestorm I'll use up your breath And if I am dead, tell me where I'm buried My filthy ashes will be your eternal glory I'm your executioner, your offense... your faith Repent and beg for your pathetic existence
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
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