Proud Descendants of Satan
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Death, you look sickly today What has got you down, my old friend? You hang your head so low As you sit at the foot of my bed "Where once towered forest vast, now towers steel and glass." And these shuffling people with open sores Death, you can no longer provide, and must be severed A moment to observe... Is this whom you pray to, Of whom forgiveness beg? Weakling! So sayeth the opposer, upholder of the fall Known by many names Proud descendents of Satan, upholders of Lucifer's law And the sniffling people with open sores Shuffling through the slush Failure to observe and sever Let us dance before him And aloud our voices ring Rising to the heavens Resurrecting the corpse of God To murder him once again
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
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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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When the last of man's machines have failed And the orphaned children of the bomb do wail With the pain from oozing open sores And the God given knowledge that this land once was pure Have you seen the moon lately? Does she not look sick? Has the cancer got her too? When death himself is bed-ridden And suicide reigns king All eagerly seek his blanket To make th epain stop And time never moves so slow as it does in the hours Waiting for his response Worms shall feed, swing the sickle The fearless crow will caw The soul has absolutely no significance When even hell refuses to acknowledge its existence Graves no longer let their tenants rest And evict all Know my disease It is living Know the name, sing his praise Satan is winning
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
When you have given the Devil as much blood as I have He acquires a taste Like a drunkard seeking one last drink, He shalt bleed me dry When the skin won't hold, let loose the fade Rivers to please Rofocale Each breath ends in a sigh Fascinated by my own reflection in the liquid of my glass I will know the answer to each question asked Satan asks for one last sip And I cannot refuse To see an old friend smile Myself I will abuse
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
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