Blood Washes Everything Away
Upon my grave, don’t drop your foolish tears Trample the head, crush the bones you fear Burn them to the ground,where I lie beneath The wind has no sound, don’t gnash your teeth and Snort up the ashes, Relive the past Blood sun flashes, It happened so fast Snort up the ashes, Bones of the head Blood sun flashes, Inhaling the dead My final breath Revive my death See through my eyes Memories rise! Snort up the ashes, Relive the past Blood sun flashes, It happened so fast Snort up the ashes, Bones of the head Blood sun flashes, Inhaling the dead Bones of the dead Bones of the dead Grey line fever, bleeding drops of red Sacred speck of dust, reviving the dead Filling all my lungs, up high in the air Crawling with the rest, blowing everywhere Snort up the ashes! Snort up the ashes! Those who escape hell, they never talk about it Inhaling the dead, memories at your feet Boring damned people, all over the earth I hope that in death, it cannot be worse Snort up the ashes! Snort up the ashes!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Stagner tout en bas, se débattre dans la vase Une vie à crever, salement, en servage Je n’ai pas de voix, mais je dois parler Déjà essayé, déjà échoué Au supplice Vivre en vain Au silence, c’est moi Que je vomirai Condamné à vivre, l’humanité suffoque Plus ils sont tranquilles, moins c’est réciproque Plus qu’à célébrer la pire relégation Le délice, enfin, d’être à tout jamais personne Au supplice Vivre en vain Au silence, c’est moi Que je vomirai Noyé dans le sang De la boue dans mes veines Jamais dans le rang A vomir toutes vos haines Éradiquer vos lois Execrer vos raisons Pisser sur vos fois Et toutes vos convictions Noyé, Noyé
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
At last, I find the real consciousness in elaborate chaos A great concussion of mind, between the torments and all broken lights No problem nor solutions No cases or judgements Sometimes I forget who I am, and strut before my eyes The old world cloisters me, victorious. See, how much Evil sighs No problem nor solutions No cases or judgements All your hopes are weightless, aimless The sound of time All is blank and flat Senseless, speechless Drowned in misery Soaked in tears All is blank and flat Senseless, speechless Drowned in misery Soaked in tears Drown in wells Futile and vain Fail again In vain
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Whether by knife, whether by gun Losing your life is sometimes fun In a place of constant violence Worst of all things would be silence Crushed by a power you can’t touch When suffer in silence is too much All means are good, all means are right Many idols to dynamite Look at the world, what it’ll become Let us get rid of these scumbags The one-way bargain they have sold Has nothing to do with us all They see you struggle in a world of pain This is slow work, crawling in vain The smell of burning, the taste of ashes The sight of blood, a physical need We are the dead, some creature Our real true life is the future Absurd postures are not an act Thieves and traitors twisting the facts Everything you ever felt Is the violence of their belt They see you struggle in a world of pain This is slow work, crawling in vain The smell of burning, the taste of ashes The sight of blood, a physical need There’s no lack of void
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
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Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Lurk Here, nothing happens Nobody comes Nobody goes See Astride of a grave One day we were born One day we shall die Suffer - You’re the same as the others Suffer - Necessary pain Lurk Born in a cage Down in the hole Full of our cries See Dead in that cage Comfort to the soul Make everything clear Suffer - You’re the same as the others Suffer - Necessary pain Suffer, Suffer Necessary Pain Full of diseases Don’t ask for eases The place they keep Drowned in sleep Full of diseases “I own you” Twelve worm wounds in your neck Twelve worm wounds in your neck
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
We will ring the alarm, echoing throughout the world A firm call to arms, we’ve got ideas to hurl In favor of freedom and popular justice We gather the people, and the great activists None are forgotten No authorities, no laws written by them You shall take up the struggle, uphold to make it real Don’t want government, each of their tear is a gem For only if you fight, for this great ideal None are forgotten In the free, boundless depths of the earth Man will be man, rejoicing in his worth None are forgotten You shall burn their laws, Destroy their prisons Kill the hangmen, bane of mankind Burn their laws, Destroy their prisons Kill the hangmen, bane of mankind We will ring the alarm, we’ve got ideas to hurl And conscience and freedom will be the marks of the world You shall take up the struggle, follow the road to freedom
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Thirty seconds and then you have a past Deep breathes, sore throat Sixty seconds and you begin to lie Soul, lungs on hanging rope I’ve been a winner, Been a loser, A backswimmer, Can’t stand that ‘bout you The way you walk The way you act The way you talk Can’t believe it’s true Ninety seconds, you know it won’t last Watch time as it goes by Time to raise on wrecks at last O Grave! Let them lie I’ve been a winner, Been a loser, A backswimmer, Can’t stand that ‘bout you The way you walk The way you act The way you talk Can’t believe it’s true Nothing to mourn No one to grieve Nowhere to rove Can’t stand that ‘bout you Today’s your day No better way You went astray Can’t believe it’s true Nothing to mourn No one to grieve Nowhere to rove Can’t stand that ‘bout you Motorthroat
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
'‘Know you so well, it won’t work Going blind when evil lurks Always taking, never giving This putrid system owes us a living So Vile So Vile Don’t incite it, you dumb fuck Can’t you see we’re out of luck? Always taking, never giving This putrid system owes us a living So Vile So Vile No cure For being born You trust and trust again in vain You trust and trust again in vain Some would say you are to blame It’s them So Vile So Vile Burn Them Down
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
See them crawl along the floors Mold in their mouth and smut in their eyes Condemn all open doors Gazing at the fire glow ‘till they cry Feeding Fury Feeding Fury Painted black, the blossoms wither The strong man fights but the sick man dies The hope that shone in those rich eyes Is quenched, dead forever Feeding Fury Feeding Fury Staircases sprawls into the room Feeling pushed back to the walls Caught up before they fall Only to prolong their doom Upset, Offend, Torture Alter your sense of space Upset, Offend, Torture Anteroom of death Anteroom of death Wine-dark sea of your own blood Wine-dark sea of your own blood
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Nothing to say, nowhere to go, nothing to gain by being seen or heard. But I’ll make you listen to my silence,that depthless void. I rose from the deathbed, went to see my grave The date of death is missing, will night ever come? Nothing to say, nowhere to go, nothing to gain by being seen or heard. I negate this solitude to which we are condemned Still alive, let us persevere. Once wasn’t enough. Pauses between the words are longer and longer I rose from the deathbed, went to see my grave The date of death is missing, will night ever come? Laughs, sweet Laughs
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026