Kingdom of Decay
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Dark arts of the obscene Of the nekros manteia Grotesque animation of the lifeless Come to life Don the clothing of the deceased Speaking funeral rites Digging through musty grave-dirt To the casket and the corpse inside By candlelight On the longest night In the ritual circle Ancient spells recite Sorcery and incantation Dead body divination “By the virtue of the resurrection And the agonies of the damned I conjure and command thee Spirit of the deceased!” By candlelight On the longest night In the ritual circle Ancient spells recite Sorcery and incantation Dead body divination Putrid remains Corrupt and decayed Shudder and convulse A living death is made Dead body divination
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Marching through relentless heat Sand underneath bare feet An iron leash from neck to neck The whip will spur them on Across the land from dusk ‘till dawn No lull on this demanding trek Heaving organic matter dying in the sun There are limits to man’s tenacity One stumbles and falls, now a dead weight An extra strain upon the backs of those who remain But on they walk, they must bear the burden Until they meet their fate One thousand years of bloodshed And one thousand more One thousand men of sacrifice To endless war War! Conquer and enslave Blood upon the sand Enduring as the ripples on this still sea Abyssal torment Fight to live, fight to survive Even though they know They are fuel for the war machine Which consumes men March to the rhythm of the dead And so the wheels grind again One thousand years of bloodshed And one thousand more One thousand men of sacrifice To endless war
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Rendered speechless By the stench of bodies burning Mangled limbless figures Hanging from the trees On this withered shore Where men became as ghouls Savages that lived for death Now face down in bloody pools Promised the prize Nothing but lies Hollow defeat Denied retreat Pandemonium Behold Tumultuous, the scene Inhabitants all flee Soldier dogs of Hades Tearing flesh and gnashing teeth War, fear, slaughter, and blood Decimation Total annihilation Purging corrupted wasteland Waves on a boiling sea On this withered shore Where men became as ghouls Savages that lived for death Now face down in bloody pools Promised the prize Nothing but lies Hollow defeat Pandemonium Behold Pandemonium
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Trapped in a cage of flesh Crawl through a hell of pain and fear Hidden, a sickness deep within A scourge gnawing at my mind Losing sense of self, it feels Disconnected from all I know to be real Suddenly I find myself in a hostile land No familiar faces, don’t know where I stand Fear what you see Suspicion challenges belief Lacking perceptivity No words to speak They’re broken like me Wasting away in a cage of flesh I know that this is wrong Thoughts are all obscured Time is undefined I see the world as blurred Falling to this condition Is torment interspersed with Brief moments of clarity Thrown again back to confusion Back into stolid seclusion No past or future, no solace Fear what you see Suspicion challenges belief Lacking perceptivity No words to speak They’re broken like me Wasting away in a cage of flesh
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Fire begins to sear your feet Leather straps they bind you fast You’re burning Stripped of all your clothing Fastened to a wooden stake Last chance to confess your sins Though the punishment remains Fear the burning Can’t endure the burning Slowly heated from below Judgement passed, you will not last But death approaches slow Accused of many crimes By people you thought you knew Dragged into a courtroom And told that the devil lives in you Tried to deny it was futile Was a worthless waste of breath They put you on the rack And stretched your bones until you confessed Pain, blinding This scalding heat But this fire is too small to kill Smell your own cooking meat Feel the burning Can’t endure the burning The rising heat is wilting your hair, blisters your skin Legs stiffening as the muscles bake, hardening within Your blackening skin ruptures Fluids oozing through Rolling down, a sputtering sound A steaming bloody human stew Pain, blinding This scalding heat Know the burning Won’t endure the burning
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Vortex of the deep Below the earth Waiting to be born Aeons incubating Inside writhing pods Emerging potency The ancient scriptures warn Absorb, entwine Come forth, cataclysmic sign The Great Old Ones are rising again Exist to fertilize, consumers of all life And human beings shall remain enslaved Forever bound in chains Spawn of ancient beings Old as time, old as the universe Climbing from the depths To invade our sphere Impossible to halt A hell on earth is here Now, try to fight Utterly defeated As if hands were tied The Old Ones are now free They crush society To the living The lucky ones have died Absorb, entwine Come forth, cataclysmic sign The Great Old Ones are rising again Exist to fertilize, consumers of all life And human beings shall remain enslaved Forever bound in chains Mankind subjugate Used as pieces of meat Their very essence drained Torn apart for amusement For tortuous art Only hoping for a quick death For life pitifully short
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Barren, a war-torn field for the crows Picking shreds of flesh from the bones Of the fallen, strewn about the scorched earth Far as the eye can see west by north Slaughtered remains of civilization The smoking ruins of what was At best a crumbling foundation Wars of man against man The only constant through time Brought to an end without Two soldiers to fight Rise, the conqueror Inheritor of this dead realm Heir to the kingdom of flesh Final monarch of the corporeal Last living being on this earth Transcendent victory or terminal curse Search for one more, to kill or enslave A condition of futility when no one remains Slaughtered remains of civilization A consequence of enmity unending Is extirpation Wars of man against man Until one solitary stands A victim of this victory A bitter end Rise, the conqueror Inheritor of this dead realm Heir to the kingdom of flesh Final monarch of the corporeal Fall, the conqueror Inheritor of this dead realm Absurd conclusion somehow unforeseen Undignified extinction of humanity Heir to the kingdom of decay Final monarch of the corporeal
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Cold-blooded, cruel and merciless Emotions as cold as the grave is A product of brutal infancy Outcome is a monster bloodthirsty Unfazed by savagery Disorder of extreme severity Unmatchable human predator Topmost homicidal competitor Psychotic temper In violent splendor Dying to dismember Cold staring eyes Of unsound mind Prey drive, stalking the night On the trail, pursuing the victim Unsuspecting, caught from behind Immobilize and dispatch the latest kill Exhilarating rush as the blood is spilled Amuse and exhilarate Increasingly hard to satiate Fulfillment only holds for awhile Need another body to defile Severe aggression Mindless regression Hereditary mutation Cold staring eyes Of unsound mind No end, only death Mental derangement Psychopathy spent All dreams are blood red Cold staring eyes Of unsound mind There’s no stopping Compulsive killing Inside my malignant mind You’re next to die!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Beasts of the earth have broken the seal Summoning the harbingers of death And they gather to contemplate How the earth shall be beset Their steeds are wild, they paw the dirt And stamp their hooves impatiently Plague, war, paucity Death unleashed on humanity The air they breathe shall rot them From the inside out And as they drown in pus Cankerous sores from skin erupt Hark! Do you hear the thunderous roar? The sound of a hundred battalions, or even more The darkened sky is ruptured And from the fissure, a mighty horse Galloping upon the wind Descending unto the soil The white horse of pestilence Its rider bends his bow With poisoned arrows The white horse of pestilence Drawn from a quiver on his back Full with the germs of all disease Plague spreads across the land Left to decay, even the wise ones cannot escape And the heroic intensely afraid Contamination is at hand Felling even the strongest where they stand And while the pious believe They are cursed by God The rider cares not, in truth For whom his sight shall fall upon Hark! Do you hear the thunderous roar? The sound of a hundred battalions, or the first of four The white horse of pestilence Its rider bends his bow With poisoned arrows The white horse of pestilence Drawn from a quiver on his back Full with the germs of all disease The germs of all disease And the white horse of pestilence
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
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