A Sight of the Essence
The cold night is coming with her the fog and the darkness terrors and energies are released the journey into the soul begins The need to break free is heartbreaking leave behind the humanity of being vestiges of a sad soul vanish through the void, you are one with the whole Purging the earthly rises the being the mind breaks and the emptiness begin huge distance holds you from the truth the nature of the demigods is rotten from self-destruction full of greed Only they can exist within his circle the bandage over the eyes of those who accompany them cloud his inner feelings The veil of uncertainty will end with his lies raising the dagger with the sapphire over your hands forged with the wrath of the dead without rest the long night will end in the vortex of humanity to finally unite within the infinite cosmos
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
With the respect that the mountain of the ancestors deserves I ask you to let me into my being to find the forgotten roots of those who forged the lands, on which we walked where the battles to maintain the virgin nature were lost with the blood of the warriors of black hair besieged without contemplation by those who seek riches full of greed brave mapuches wear the viscera of the enemies next to their heads hungs in sign of victory over lands
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
As a slow decline in The depths of the abyss where the eternity of silence leads to banished consciousness To the eternal journey without an end the search for the inner reflex is absorbed in the lament of chaos to the existence of being As an absolute energy It will change the polarity of the All Now I have become death inert without feelings for nothing Like the bitter feeling of oblivion protected by my own absolution changing the skin as a snake feeding my inner poison
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
The catharsis of the representative elements begins the nexus to the new state of matter in which humanity is been eliminated To the passage of the inert silence of the vast universe unexplored by attention deficit of our thoughts blinded to the ignorance that has prevailed over the centuries On our own feet the last warning call resonates at the top of the sky where the light loses the sensibility The cry of desolation must be felt from the depths of the flesh and blood beings slaves of fear for their wandering thoughts doomed to the new era through a purge for the damage caused punished by their instinct of destruction Tongues of fire are rising under the stormy winds of ice will devastate the last part of the humankind of those who still try to reverse the atrocities committed by his greed about what has always been designed To live, destroy and create at will
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
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Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026