What Once Was… Liber III
RIEN NE SAURAIT PRECEDER L'ECHO DE DIEU, LE GRAND MAL QUI SE TERRE EN AMONT DU TEMPS Nothing is known to precede the echo of god, the grand evil who hides away in the upstream of time
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Mar 26, 2026
UNE SOURCE QUI PRESERVE SA LUMIERE LOIN DE LA VIE UNE ABSTRACTION SUPREME QUI LAISSE LES DOGMES DU TEMPS CREER SA PROPRE ILLUSION, CREER SA LEGENDE ET SON ENNEMI A source that preserves its light far from the life of a supreme abstraction that leaves the dogmas of the time to create its own illusion, to create its legend and its enemy
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Mar 26, 2026
L'ACCESSION, LA CONCUPISCENCE ET LA DEVOTION COMME SEULES REGLES DE NON-EXISTENCE Accession, lust, and devotion as the only rules of non-existence
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LA GLOIRE DES PERES DE L'HOMME, DES FAUSSAIRES QUI INJECTENT LE SANG DES SAINTS The glory of the fathers of man; forgers who inject the blood of saints
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LES ORIGINES SONT MULTIPLES, ELLES. PROLIFERENT ET SEMENT LES SECONDES D'EFFROI ET DE DOUTE QUI ACCOMPAGNERONT CES MORTS JUSQU'AUX PORTES DU NEANT The origins are multiplying; they proliferate and sow the seconds of dread and doubt that will accompany these deaths up to the gates of nothingness
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ILS MOURRAIENT SOUS LE POIDS DES SIECLES, DANS LA REDEMPTION, ILS MOURRAIENT EN IMPLORANT. LAISSANT UN DERNIER PARDON SECHAPPER PUIS RESONNER DANS LA CONFUSION DU TEMPS SANS MEME COMPRENDRE LE PECHE They would die under the weight of the centuries, in the redemption; they would die in imploring, leaving a final pardon to escape then resound in the confusion of the times without even understanding the sin
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Mar 26, 2026