Apocalypse Unsealed
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Modern world, inclined to evil Architect of its obliteration Humanity's next upheaval Terminal process of eradication The earth turned to a silent corpses' field Ancient scriptures revealed Apcolypse unsealed I remembrance of the noble past Of former glories dying fast Propose a toast to the coming end A time that most men apprehend The earth turned to a silent corpses' field Ancient scriptures revealed Apcolypse unsealed The beast enthroned Crowned as king of the world His infernal majesty With blackened wings unferted The unholy trinity Of famine, plague and war Shall ravage the lands, So that nothing grows and more See the splendour of civilizations The great works of the sovereign nations Burnt in an instant, reduced to ashes Final agony of the suffocating masses The earth turned to a silent corpses' field Ancient scriptures revealed Apcolypse unsealed
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
It will only mean the end For those who care Unable to see beyond The force-fed values they share Deluded and led astray Destination: Disarray Modern world crisis Days of mass psychosis Grey eminences, conspiring to divide us False enlightenments, conceived to misguide us Traditions mocked, in favour of progress Yet all that improves is our declining process An age of sin and corruption Under the serpent's reign The light bearer rises Blinding the eyes of the mundane Deluded and led astray Destination: Disarray Modern world crisis Days of mass psychosis
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
A scorching sun above And the burning sands beneath Among the wind swept dunes, The wilderness of the desert heath In this barren landscape A child was born, destined to reign A great conqueror, soon to rise With many slaughtered in his name At forty years of age He was visited on night By a heavenly messenger In the form af an angel of light In a surreal, dreamlike scene The angel was reciting Words to "free" all man from sin Unearthly apparition no other eyes have seen A god of love who incites war The days of mercy are no more By the star and the crescent moon Impious souls shall meet their doom Surrender and convert or be killed Let the blood of the profane be spilled By the star and the crescent moon Impious souls shall meet their doom Exatted warriors with a promise of paradise Eager martyrs, misted and blinded by lies Broadswords of the most high The infidels shall pitilessly die By the star and the crescent moon Impious souls shall meet their doom Surrender and convert or be killed Let the blood of the profane be spilled
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
And legend has it... The seed was sown in Egypt With a newborn child Found beside the nile Seven plagues unleashed Idolatry crushed and banished Rejoice! so called God's chosen people Since a new prophet has risen To free all slaves from the chains of evil Only to cast them in another prison No deliverance From the shackles of tyranny No deliverance The flock lives on in agony Behold! as he holds The tablets of the law The sacred commandments One must obey in awe Let the tribes be gathered, The coming of a new dawn is at hand Let the seas be parted, Marching onwards to the Promises Land To establish at last, their own nation Based on a faith of cowardice and deceit Before the temple is ted to destruction Before the Hebrews suffer a bitter defeat
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
The darkened skies fell upon you Like a black veil before your eyes In bended knees, asing God why? A defeaning silence answer your cries Your prayers amount to nothing No miracles that your words can bring What is called faith is an illusion A mirage seen through the confusion Worms of the divine worms of lies Multiplying parasite swarms of flies Envenomed tongues of the prophets Teaching filth ridden doctrines Instilling terror into the feeble minds Fear of God, fear of death, Fear of life itself Worms! Burn this fallacy Inherent to all religion Follow your instincts End this lethal contagion Worms of the divine worms of lies Break the sacred symbols Break all your fears into pieces The harsh visions of reality Are all there is to see
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
One vision appeared in dreams Of a world which is not as it seems supposedly part of a greater design solely the believer can see the sign No voice speaking from the heavens Merely the product of hallucinations No embodied spirit of the Almighty Revealed to the face of humanity Abraham, damned be thee! As all the nations on earth Religious cult of fallacy The birth of an enduring curse The patriarch's only son Laid upon the sacrificial altar A sharp dagger held high In blind devotion to his Creator Infanticide servant of God Willing to slay his flesh and blood Here lie the roots of all fanaticism From these dark ages to our present day Through repeated acts of barbarism A long trail of corpses has paved the way
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Atop the menacing tower High above the city lights I observe insect like humans From well concealed heights A sentinel in ambush Postured as a bird of prey Hidden, silently watching The victims i will slay I'm the hand that shapes fate I control the death rate I'm the hand that shaped fate The reaper's associate Shot down like diseased cattle One bullet one splattered skull The restless crowd My moving target As bodies drop dead I feel no regret Random killing spree Laugh as they scatter and flee Random killing spree I'm the hand that shapes fate I control the death rate I'm the hand that shapes fate The Reaper's associate
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Son of man Deceiver of hearts and souls The sin redeemer Imposture is what he extols Scourged prophet of sorrows Indulging in weakness Self proclaimed messiah I deny his uniqueness Begotten son, anointed one Thy kingdom is yet to come He who preached the whole world To turn the other cheek And changed the lambs of God Into slaughtered meek Scourged prophet of sorrows Indulging in weakness Self proclaimed messiah I deny his uniqueness A miracle maker, yet spat at and vilified On the path to Golgotha where he was crucified God make flesh, so prone to mortal death No resurrection, he died with his last breath The saviour who couldn't save himself A plaster figurine standing on a shelf
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026