Hunger Anger Decay
I am a dark desire I am a pure fire I am the deepest wound I am the toughest ground I am your salvation I am your damnation I am your only hope I am your cursed god I am error, I am bane I am pulsating vein I am star in the dark I am truth, I am blind I am the rising moon I am birth, I am doom I am the sunset I am alive, I am dead God in Man God in Man I am error, I am bane I am pulsating vein I am star in the dark I am truth, I am blind
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 11, 2026
Closed in a burning coffin Branded as a heretic Exiled from the human world By own nature distorted Give me peace Tear me apart I beg for grace Blow up my heart A stranger, persecuted everywhere Doomed to eternal despair The existence itself is unfair Of the perverted curse bearer Give me peace Tear me apart I beg for grace Blow up my heart My bones were breaking I've been skinned My nerves were torn Hundreds of times My body is covered in scars My soul has no roots I dream of going to the stars There's nothing left to lose Hangs over my soul a hex Scorched under my skin "666" My body is covered in scars My soul has no roots I dream of going to the stars There's nothing left to lose
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 11, 2026
Under the old rhizome Lies my hope Buried under the forest Ashes and fog Ascension is an illusion Left by our ancestors By blind and fool ones Who died in the calm of ignorance Under the old stone Lies my love Buried under the mountains Meadows and flowers The only end is wither Underground languishing The only way is despair In an attempt to live without fear Ascension is an illusion Left by our ancestors By blind and fool ones Who died in the calm of ignorance
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 11, 2026
In the streams of space Hiding your true face Where gods are useless No place for excuses Feasting on yourself Creating a new reality You have my grace Make your last breath Embrace the final death Of the world Ouroboros, Ouroboros Ouroboros, Ouroboros You have my grace Make your last breath Embrace the final death Of the world The great serpent Foreshadows the fall Will be the grand End of the cosmos realm Feasting on yourself Creating a new reality Death of the world
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 11, 2026
The one who brought you light The one who gave you might Rejecting the false old god Accepting your darkest thought I, Satan I, Satan The bringer of light Call me with dark flame Call me with true faith Reject the false old god Accept your darkest thought I, Satan I, Satan The bringer of light
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 11, 2026
Road covered with fog An unheared moan The broken bridge Of my anger and sorrow Mortality is my blunted sword Crimson hands The smell of steel The only meaning Die for his greatness Useless human being Rotten from within Be my offering For the ugly twin Useless human being Rotten from within Be my offering For the ugly twin Reflection in the void The great burden Rebirth and damnation Mortality is my blunted sword Useless human being Rotten from within Be my offering For the ugly twin
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 11, 2026
Nameless grave is my throne Anger is my spear Sorrow is my armor Loneliness is my crown Revive me with your blood Revive me with your bone And I will lead you soon To nowhere, where we all belong Enemies lie in the distance Hollow and dead The retinue consoles me, indulges me Hollow and dead Revive me Revive me I‘ll lead you To where we all belong The castle rises on the mountain Empty and dead My possessions lie below Empty and dead Nameless grave is my throne Anger is my spear Sorrow is my armor Loneliness is my crown
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 11, 2026
Let me out of the cage Give me freedom to enjoy Rot, slops, decay In which humanity is drowning We are swarm, we are one Hiding in the shadows Cleaning up your waste By ungrateful always chased Let me reunite With my kindred Carriers of disease Your burden to ease We are swarm, we are one Hiding in the shadows Cleaning up your waste By ungrateful always chased I am the king of the sewers Hundreds of tails entwined into a knot I am the king in exile Hundreds of heads suffer from hunger
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 11, 2026