Chancellors of Death
A tainted seed A failed creation Rips you apart from internal mastication No absolution No provocation The death you fear becomes your only salvation Inside of you Dwells a devil Your sense of pain ascends to the next level From the first bite Try to stave off Accepting the fact that all hope has been lost Scream From the agony of senses exploding in your brain Plead To the corrupted one inside of you to spare you of pain Seething in suffering Slowly succumb to your Internal devourment Internal devourment Internal devourment Internal devourment A putrid vision Chewed with precision A vile ending from psychotic incisions A lifeless pile Still in denial Slowly ingested to death writhing in bile Psychotic demon Devoid of reason Emerging from your chest bloodied and screaming Eliminated Eated with hatred A viscious screaming spawn maniacally elated Scream From the agony of senses exploding in your brain Plead To the corrupted one inside of you to spare you of pain Seething in suffering Slowly succumb to your Internal devourment Internal devourment Internal devourment Internal devourment credits
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 21, 2026
Servants of Evil Come to your house tonight Tear you from your dreams And give you to the night Viscous fanatics Chanting in tongues They will harvest your blood To rise up the great old one Taken in silence Blinded and bound Dragged underneath Cold lifeless ground Things that you see Fill you with fear Beg to your god Don't let this be real Panic sets in As you start to realize The nature of you abduction Is demise Obsessed over power They harvest your soul An offering made To the dark gods of old Servants of Evil Come to your house tonight Tear you from your dreams And give you to the night Viscous fanatics Chanting in tongues They will harvest your blood To rise up the great old one
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 21, 2026
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Sanguine Horrific violence The fall of the blade brings a Deafening silence Contract fulfilled The dread father Smiles upon you As you lie Still So if you serve the mother If you reject the light If you live in the shadows Then you know the color of night Sanguine Unholy mother The dread father Mother sweet mother Send your child Unto me For the sins Of the unworthy Will be baptized in blood So if you serve the mother If you reject the light If you live in the darkness Then you know the color of night Sanguine Unholy father Sanguine All hail Sithis
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 21, 2026
Peel off your skin Until nothing is left Plunging a blade deep in your chest Strapped to a chair consuming the flesh Soon you will meet the Chancellors of Death Chancellors of Death x4 The Chancellors of Death love when you scream In every nightmare controlling your dreams Blacken the sun, the rituals begun Nowhere to hid, Nowhere to run Led to a grave under six feet buried alive forever asleep Lambs to the slaughter, Murder the sheep Chancellors of Death feed on the weak Chancellors of Death x4
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 21, 2026