Entropy
Seven ancestors gathered around the crimson stone they observe in the obsidian mirror their summon portal the shudder of the spirits is heard in the vortex The Soul of corpses wander through the infinite time remains of ancient cultures enslaved by the necromancer Without mercy slash who defy them Ascending the winds of chaos whispering the ancient enchant The legion of death will rise from the crypts hungry warriors ready to ride without return until dawn filled up with rage to spill the blood from the living sharp chains embrace the necks of the corpses a deadly fog hides the butchering the grimoire was sealed after the battle buried by the time and oblivion.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Road to death in a straight line looking through the shadows for the remains of oblivion separating the soul from the body that we inhabit without any possession other than the firm step carrying the wind compass between my hands We must find the place that continues after leaving your physical state behind where the human mind has not arrived yet in that unexplored territory for those who have slept with their eyes open living an invented reality through the veil of death hoping to understand the mysteries of humanity with the weak mind trapped by ignorance enclosing the secrets of the journey of the spirit
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Ancient legions buried by oblivion they fought in bloody battles trying to get part of the wisdom of the old book under the crypt of the undead a place full of darkness and true fears ancient ruins with epitaphs for each fallen before the fierce madness of an infinite power full of hate without being understood an opening is hidden in the entrance door where you should give part of your blood to open the passage to the ceremony Where time and present are altered in the horrors of stark reality written on the walls with the viscera of the fallen no one has managed to leave the temple alive your death is a more written word for the book of wisdom
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Since the beginning of time, we have been punished some perish on the road like sheep others open their minds to new knowledge Ascend through those fallen in time from them, we learn how is the wrong path The High Knowledge must be acquired The ascent begins to the birth The Ignorance is the pleasure for the weak Discovering what has been hidden for centuries the true reality of existence The writings have been burned for a reason to preserve ignorance in humankind it's not something we should fear that's is the reason to continue the battle The High Knowledge must be acquired The ascent begins to the birth The Ignorance is the pleasure for the weak How deep is the hidden knowledge the ascent is a lonely path to travel no one says he is an easy way to live the top of the highest mountain is for few, not for all.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
the desolation of the soul in the contempt of life joins the spiritual confrontation of the inside when you feel the anguish inside you Rational thinking ends up acquiring a new desire everything that is in your environment dies like the emptiness of infinity the disdain has turned in our internal journey rotten like the oxid throught the years there is no one who helps free your mind all our the feelings has turned into rage Hit by the wind of indifference. you fall slowly into the stream of oblivion No one will turn their head to look at your past. you must choose the path contrary to them. the existence of hatred will be absolute over you You will observe from the highest mountain its falls to the emptiness there is no reason to think about them his lack of wisdom would must be enough to end his life Over the years, not only destroying what they have left if not that they will only be in an inner circle of lies with those who have not managed to establish any consciousness. resenting the soul of those who have not been able to overcome Your inner misery caused by your lack of knowledge
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
In the deep forest of suicides like a night breeze rest on the air the stench of the dead hanging from its branches seeing the days gone through her sadness eyes Silence Wandering in the path of loneliness silence becomes present from far away the dark shape of a dead man is present With eyes torn by their own hands shedding blood poisoned with suffering the cries of lost souls whisper in the darkness Who come to this place will never find the light There is no turning back for those who have entered they must embrace death like everyone in this place, all have arrived to be condemned enslaved to never find the peace in their souls
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
The Sky Dresses in gray Your time to leave has arrived And in the sky, a blood moon Point the mark in my chest I will be the one who holds the key to consciousness Who will deliver the astral knowledge? This is not a farewell, it is the path of indifference Where I found tranquility in the obscurity Under the veil of the last glow of the cosmos Within the vast wisdom that has been granted to me Over the pass of our existence in the years Here I leave a memory in melancholy trough my writing The end is announced, and everyone is unique The farewells bring a load of clean longing Without betrayal or surprise, and yet the soul, he cannot get used to a life. I never resist a farewell Because in each one of them the voice withers Of all the people... The emptiness in its infinity will converse the last breath That we will leave transcendence for the following ones out of nothing we grow, from the past, we learn. this is not a farewell; we transcend to the endless
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026