Slaughter of Human Offerings in the New Age of Pan
On the other side, the enemy standing in scorching heat From the the sun of steel over battlefield We make the time seem to stand as we appear The elder powers to arise, stand and kill Beyond this day, ancient might we set free To drown with flames, plunder, torture and rape Immortal kings, sworn to kill, born to kill Final time of your breed, eternal victory Black standards towering over the ground in heat With your brothers heads on spikes, and it's only just begun With horror in veins Against victorious flames For your disgraced mothers march Forward to the fathers slain Your banners fly for the dead Such splendor waits to befall you when you're killed Immortal kings, born to kill, sworn to kill Final time is here, eternal victory... In unseen numbers we arrive.... Knowing that this day you'll fall, looking in the eyes of death Pouring all of your fears down your legs - quelle journèe de merde... Forward to destruction - perde u bataille, massacré à la guerre... Follow this way of your fast release, into the fires of hell.... Your banners fly for the dead Hard is the taste of obedience carved with blades Immortal kings, sworn to kill, born to kill Genocide of your breed, eternal victory!!! We are the gods of battlefields Your brittle bones are crushed to dust and scattered by the wind...
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Behind pain, behind tragedy A pair of black deceiving eyes in the dark On the throne of death, casting morbid spell Like Thanatos slaying Eros, in ghastly rage Orgies of sin Perversion and rape Morbid lust Aaahhhhhh.... Orgies of sin Reveling in pain Orgies of blood Elizabeth Bathory... The only worth you had, she's draining from your virgin veins The absurd shining glows strong in the shadow's lair Nothing can wash away her malignant touch of internal rot Sadistic power of barbaric, suffocating animus... Orgies of sin Perversion and rape Obsession with death Aaahhhhhh... Orgies of sin Reveling in pain Morbid cunt Elizabeth Bathory...
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
In biting cold, through the howling winter they go From the tyrant's hand trying to escape, looking for salvation "Come with me, to the promised freedom I guide Come - into hypothermic cold Find the strength - in the end there can only be light..." And the warmth appeared, in the moments before death... In the land of frost, where no pathways lead Listen, you might hear their souls, still looking for salvation...
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Upon the hill of sacrifice In the circle of fire and blood... For the providence of gods for the coming attack Ceremony of death for alignment of guiding stars When the ritual knife is immersed in living flesh When the chalice is filled by a life at the doorway of death... With our gods we'll sail With our gods we'll rape For our gods we'll die With our gods we'll kill... Blood of the slain offerings, great victory's pride Beyond this day of human sacrifice In scorching tongues of flames With our gods we'll march And among the hungry flames To reign as gods we'll arise! When the ritual's done, oaths are sworn and it's too late When the warriors dance with enravishment in their eyes When your horror starts with the sight of distant flames When the gods have tasted blood... There is no turning back!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Inspirer of blasphemous orgies The liberty you bring synonimized with terror The river bank's canes still tremble with fear When the waves bring the sound of the cries of Syrinx Aroused with lust for sacrilege God of depraved, thy name is Pan We dance to your tune of a carnal new order We knew we wanted do do it, you let us know we can You called us in our endless dreams Dionysos' favourite, scourge of the nymph Beholding the world with Iambe's scorn Pleiades mock Echo's sprawling words... The gospel carried by the unseen wind Cometh to strike with the ram's hidden horn Thine is our delight in slaughter And the enflaming unease in stories untold On top of the hill fogged with panic-inflicting scream We rejoice slaying offerings by the moonlight... Beaten, degraded and tortured Call for retribution from your "God" For now, the silent sky and your painful cries Are telling us our sleep can forever remain sound Mighty Pan, by your side we ride with the unleashed thymos You called and we've come, for the returning twenty centuries of Taurus...
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Arise before the early sun dawning over the lands a thousandfold ridden with tragedy and curse Thousand deadly scorching suns have passed, thousand deadly blinding moons have circled in the winters of ice cold death Tens of thousands harrowing times forces have clashed goaded by the whip on their backs or in unquestioning reverence Uncounted, forgotten, fertilizing the black, hostile earth pulsing to the thundering of the hooves as we drearily pass We are the riders of human holocaust We drown your world in total conflagration We're fourfold destruction and all that brings death We cast the shadow of scornful unredemption of death From the top of the highest mountains At the roar of the funeral's bells As an ominous mirage in the deadly rising sun We're riding the land, cause you know - We watched in the deepest forests Where the first real human was born The first time the weaker's been raped The first time a skull was crushed with a stone The force and primitive lust With prophecies of the end Prophecies of fire Prophecies of death We watch this voracious man's breed mastrubate in amok and devour it's own seed... We ride!!! We are the riders of human holocaust We drown your world in total conflagration We're fourfold destruction and all that brings death We ride by the trumpets of total exultation of death We are death riding over human shit Reaping the cancer of the evolution We're fourfold destruction and all that brings death Since dawn of time we're dark abomination of death!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Above the human is a serpent's lair The inner force to preserve what remains insane Suicidal war is what the world becomes Trapped in the dark vicious circles of existence All alone when eyes are closed Of the eternal darkness shroud The past that should've been blown by the storm On the day of death, we may still be unknown Revelation of the devil's whip Witness these days of horror followed by weakness Revelations - breeding the new obsessions Witness the unseen force bursting forth from hell The crow is above me I hear the sacred bells call Beholding the shape over the ones who came before me Their sunburnt corpses eaten by snakes Revelation of the stubborn flame The animal's rage between the invisible walls No crown of thorns The vicious circle broken like the pitiful cross at my feet The ancient blade that severs hydra's final head The beast tamed with with bile, blood and flame The rigid purity and beauty of oneself
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Follow the sign of destruction to the fortresses in ruins in bloodridden lands Not awaiting the call for a future war, across the landscape death's tyrannic reign Follow the eye of the Therion, no one could hold it's deadly rage Behold the world when humanity's gone, follow side by side, observe the fall Follow the call of the Therion's rage, what a time to have perished from being alive Called to the brimstone, obsessed by visions of the bestial sign Ride with the ire of the wilderness' breeze after death's claws have been unleashed What man has built has melted like snow by the wind of the endlesss streams of death Where are their gods of steel, their arrogant will? When all the goals and hopes for future have been raped and decayed... Follow the call for destruction, Khronos has showed us the way Arrival of the Thanatophoros opens the gate for death's holocaust flames Gathered round the corpse of the Therion, as silence returns Disdained force already forgotten, to never regain it's victory Follow the voice of the penitence, see the hecatomb of dreams The petrifiied siilence of the oracles at the ultimate sight of the future's scorching breeze No longer Albion, it's temples erased In crystal and high towers and palaces, they were bound to never stray from their destiny No longer gods of steel, their sacrosanct will Behold the pitiful fall of the beheaded king of kings No more does future hold when all prospect has been killed The ancient time now returns The souls swallowed by the great ocean of nothingness...
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026