In Ghoulish Cold
Night is enshrouding my path as I stride upon the graves Guided by the laugh of my lord Sathanas Eager for what's turning to dust, I violate the entrance to the crypt This great ceremonial fall, burning abyss I crave It's the corpse rape It's the corpse rape, you lay still and you rot It's the corpse rape It's that fragrance you acquire after you die The power and silence in rape The elegance only found in decay Once home for a dejected soul, I'm claiming it back from the earth Fucking decomposing cunt, receive my rush of semen Torn from the embrace of the soil, cruelty unleashed Perverted dance has begun in Gomorrah's bright flames The odour of death is feeding my lust Power of Hell emanates through my cock Disturbed in your sleep to be blessed with my cum Leverage of the full moon, pathetic weakness of god... Denied of the entrance through the heaven's gate There's no regrets, I'll forever follow my own will It's the corpse rape Fucking corpse rape It's the corpse! Rape! Fucking corpse! Rape! Rape!!!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
In ghoulish cold In the desolate wintry land At the foot of the mountains dark These woods permeated with the scent of dread Lone stray wandering Through frost and uncertainty Lost for days Destination lost... In ghoulish cold You fearfully await the dawn But no rescue does it bring Only frost and growing panic Where the day is as cold as the night And the snow and the sun blind the eyes Your life ends by the claw Where cold is the air and weak were the prayers In the desolate wintry land At the bloodcurdling howl of the werewolf In ghoulish cold Surrounded by woods of panic and dread In eternal fucking ghoulish cold I feed on your flesh
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Contempt for the future drapes the shrines of the past Not the one who asked for this But I am the one who must always answer In endless sorrow, possessive disgust I sleep, eat and hate... Sorrow Sorrow!!! It seems like eternal The hammer of days just strikes the anvil And no words are ever better than silence In endless sorrow, possessive disgust I sleep, eat and hate Sorrow Sorrow!!! It seems like eternal... The penitence of life scattered by the atrophic wind The darkest scorn is forged when the hammer strikes the iron He, who becomes a beast He's freed of the weight of being human!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026