Chains of Death

We will come back from cold realms of darkness carrying the nark of corruption within our black souls. An anguish beyond belief now drives our return. Our eyes are lookin' at thousand of crosses; the cemetery of faith Weak broken bodies that roam without souls. Chains of Death, Chains of Death It' s no use worrying It' s no use crying the will of fate will be done We know, we're all born to suffer this is our doom. We can't stop our degradation we cannot break all our chains We're here to die!!! Chains of Death, Chains of Death

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Black and Violet are the colours of your funeral. The tender kiss of worms will turn you baby into ashes. A rainbow without colours is the last image your eyes can see. In the grave, shadows or daylight don't mean a thing 'cause now for you all is black. But now your rotten corpse can take all the violet shades of death. You're black and violet, black and violet

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025