Asleep in the Arms of Suicide
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Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Out of Forest Slide the Serpent Followed by all the creatures murderous Into the Sleeping Village Into the the homes of the Cursed To fulfill the ordinance O, Fount of Pity Flow with the crimson dreams, crushed Like the throat of a babe in cradle Breathing Softly Between the jaws of the Silent wolf And as the teeth tear and rend OI, The Purity! Rainfall give rise to maggots With ambition high To squirm in filth and prsoper And reborn be as flies And when the sun is risen And the blood coagulate and stench grow strong Attracted are the multi-eyed in swarms Where wander the waxen willows Weaving webs of witchery, wailing Clutching their lifeless infants to them Where the Ghosts of Misery manifest And tear themselves to shreds Every second, Everyday Eternal A cyclonic culmination of sorrows Unsung
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Use the Blade Join the Congregation Made whole bu the falling Scythe of Death Spill the blood thineself So may our numbers grow Bridges over rushing scarlet streams Parting flesh to wend its way Bones left to stand as proof of the Reaper's Fucking triumph!!! Use the Blade Partake in the Festival Cross the threshold, bathe in the waters A vessel full of holes Sinking into its own substance The Reaper turns face toward sky And even the stars shudder and scream At the Revelation Of their own Diseased Mortality Running low as flood waters rise
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
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Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Threads of cognizance Weave this rope Creaking as the aching limbs of skyward reaching dying forests Yearning for a release from the ruined earth Cycle sweeps around the coils of the noose Read my age within its rings Is there any life left to suffer? Or shall we soon be free To float painlessly towards towering empty space No sick heart to keep the time An barely keep alive This is now truth And all Here I sit with misery Tying knots and plotting my own destruction Sculpting the landscape Building cast cities Only to burn it down at the threat of dawn Satan lives within my heart Yearning for release from a ruined earth Cycle sweeps around the coils of the noose To exceed the flesh and deteriorating bone The ornaments of Kings As the last Become
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Somewhere we lost you In darkness deep as the grave Though we searched, it seemed You did not wish to be saved But when you keep the company of ghosts And shaved thin the soul Tears shalt be the soil To fill this self dug hole Somewhere you left us And fell into aught Rubbing all in the wake Of the dreams that you sought Now we all are mere ghosts Damned now to haunt This sad, lonely word Where no longer you walk The Reaper turns face toward sky And even the stars shudder and scream At the revelation Of their own Diseased Mortality Running low as flood waters rise
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Bone Scrapes 'gainst Bone Sweltering come-tide mummifies the Holy Land Paradise miles buried under sand Are the Old Gods only Sleeping or have the forgotten Are we bu the Dreams of Drunken Ghosts fleeing sanity, Are we to call Them to sand all be Devoured, or are we to slit our own wrists? Our Bleeding of the Host - The Deflowering of Eve Spewing Lav, like semen, Stagnant waters moulder Stinking pools of Exhaustion Rotten Sack of childhood baptized in shallow Murk Infecting all of God's children, whence in soul forever Crippled shadows lurk . . . the sun, a rotten Yolk. Have I not reached toward Heaven and been held back By the very arms that gave me "Life?" The Horizon frowns as humans can once again hear The weeping of angels There, decent begin anew . . . re-envisioning the fall How can there be a day other than this? This is Fucking Depression!!! A New Hell, in the Bowels of the Earth, From Ancient Stone Hewn A time other than Now? A Reek upon the Western Wind Flu-like Symptoms, The Expanding North Creeping Ice shelve Shroud Eastward Quake progression, Southbound staggering Cunt Reared Skyward Glistening in the Star Haze Lusting to fornicate the Divine Menstruation The Phallus in Engorged EDEN All points of the Compass Fold
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
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Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Upon the False Awakening I stand in Despair Try again endurethe Hours of the Day Yet here are remnants Lime moss decays the bark Slowly, with patience and intentn Inversions of the patterns A simple twist of the stone Broings binding luminance cascading in streams Pulled by gangrenous thread-bare cord Tarnished silver, by rodents gnawed Back into my wakened being Scarred and Weary of Self I my own wall till to construct And a door now where none stood To none seen Living cells breathing the Celestial Light Forced in to being, Hidden from Human Sight Above, the sphere descends Unto my right hand is bestowed the corporeal key Into my left hand, open, is placed the Blade And the Unending sigh in choir As the Cord is severed A Soul Eternal To inhabit the aether always And tend the gardens of vast, empty Black Through magic black May this wall stand And this door to others remain Unseen Swallow the Drug Sorrow ascends and claims the throne There is a Hell we have isolated These streets so uncared for And uncaring Still morning arrives, unwelcome And yet I dream And I dream of fire
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026