Into the Abyss
So you wanna be in the quartet Then you're behind Sneakin' in line You don't fucking deserve it You four I'm impressed But you should know where you inherit the gift You've been assessed You've passed the final test You'd think I taught you better I'm takin' it back I'm takin' my grooveback Ain't nothing they lack They don't burn like the rest of the stack They don't burn like the rest of the stack They don't fucking sleep We don't need your approval Your blessing your flaws We make our own rules Silence and virtue Don't take it in vain Selfish and gutless you'll cause no more pain Our sinister groove will shatter the walls Listen to me I'm taking control Dependant reliant it runs through your veins All is forgiven no one to blame Spit on the father that gave you your name Swallow your pride and wallow in shame The fist you refuse The seeds of your sons The hole that you dig is already dug I'm takin' it back I'm takin' my grooveback Ain't nothin' they lack They don't burn like the rest of the stack They don't burn like the rest of the stack We don't fucking sleep I, I created the quartet But you, you don't fucking deserve it You don't fucking deserve it You don't fucking deserve it You don't fucking deserve it You don't fucking deserve it
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Hey this is world war three Religion against itself All you fanatics Raise your swords In the name of your god Isn't it ironic How you preach good deeds And minimal sin When all you're doing Is slaying the ones your god called Fellow kin You can't preach to the freak So get your righteous bullshit outta my face All the blame and blood spilt Falls on your filthy hands Your faith and prayers won't save you now Catholicist apocalypse Critical thinking Amassed to your disgrace Pure bred brainless destruction Inside it dies from its own aggression The killing is now in session Worshiping crosses It's an obsession Wait so you're telling me That to enter paradise I have to give up sin and vice alike All to meet your precious god You can't fool For I'm not blind Religion is but a shepherd Leading the manufactured herd astray I will not bow to your atrocity Nor will I show an ounce of pity You can't preach to the freak So get your righteous bullshit outta my face Take your scriptures and crosses And set them aflame
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
I revealed to the reaper my taste for demise Stripped bare from a glance at his eyes You only sought to see the truth but after all You were raised fucking blind What's it like to be insane on the surface Built to kill a sweet appeal to my service All the while blindly serving the purpose Does it make you nervous Take it from me it ain't easy been a martyr Why feel remorse when you can feed off greed It makes you stronger! Burnt are the churches The crow that perches She sits upon a throne of hatred Insane is the grain we call human race Witness your fast paced annihilation Cause once you're here There's no returns on your admission fee
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Walking the streets crippled and beaten For his crimes he will remain unforgiven He threw his life away When he put his guilty hands upon that childs innocence He put it all on the line for a single perverted deed His drug of choice was a needle point He fiends the need to be free There is no sympathy for your disease Defiling the young Defiling society An outcast of humanity He will forever be the dirt beneath your feet Roaming the streets a labeled man a fucking disgrace Once a beloved family man These days he is nothing but a solice shame No one will even remember his name His candle burnt out age 32 When he cast his sin upon an infants soul Sucking the life out of the family The family he once Proudly called his own No way to repent no place to call home His lost, broken and weak The outlook for the rest of his life Is nothing short of bleak There is a toll on the concussion that you breathe Stuffing the tracks beneath his sleeve They ruined his life when his out of the game His priority Now he sits alone pondering over salvaged memory About a time when he was more than a shit stain on society You will surely burn You will surely burn Burn Burn Burn You will surely burn
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
You can take my fucking hands But when bone meets steel we ain't square The sob sits in the cancer cyst One of many things you won't accept Wait on Know all And I know fuck all Yeah suppose I am weak In your reality But your reality Is far from anything I seek Hell bound In his god's design Downsize the pygmies cries Me I just watch you fry Climax life seeps through your eyes You can take my fucking hands But when bone meets steel we ain't square The blood stains on the nature strip One of the many things you have to accept Get down Stay down Blood on the nature strip
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Wait Four tonne of metal and a Short fate I'm pleased to die under New hate Even when I'm lying here Head shoved to the gutter My eighth point When I'm stuck in here Held down to submission Don't take for fucks sakes Take again One alone less guilty than us Bathed in your regrets Consumed by indecision Into the abyss we're stricken down now This is our final time to rise Full speed ahead Into deaths welcoming arms No turning back It's time to rise Take back your money And save your breath Burn all your words Until there's nothing left Like a force of darkness It controls your brain Get in the pit Let out the pain Into the abyss we are stricken down Looking back to the demons eye Full speed ahead graceful dead now have shunned me No turning back, now it's time to fucken rise
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026