Ad Mortem Festinamus
'We are brothers, Perceval, Your brethren would not lead you wrong. All that is lost will be restored. All that is dead will live again' -The Book of The Grail- The trees were in bloom and leaves in blossom The crooning birds were welcoming the dawn Forsaken Forest rising from night’s bottom Was welcoming Widow’s Lady only son Fierce racket cracks twitter Among the trees steel glitters Boy freezes in silence His javelins ripe for violence Sparkling mail and shining shields Helmets, spears he’d never seen White and red, blue and gold “These are Angels as my mother told!” Rise again - the sword of the Lake The King and Land are one It’s the secret of the Grail He rides on the dragon's breath To the realms where no man dares To go. A quest to find what we once lost. To the castle of the Grail Where the Wounded King awaits the knight. It's the tale of Perceval. Woods fell into ruin, sweet wine turned dry Rich fronds and petals wither, slowly cower All feathered creatures are no more in the sky Only the grail can restore the leaf and flower For ten years and one day From his path he did not stray To the ends of within Pursuance of the land of dreams Many pleasures, cups to drink Take him quickly to the tree! Never falter, tame the pain! You’re the last of us, try again! Rise again - the sword of the Lake The King and Land are one It’s the secret of the Grail He rides on the dragon's breath To the realms where no man dares To go. A quest to find what we once lost. To the castle of the Grail Where the Wounded King awaits the knight. It's the tale of Perceval.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Death is before me today Like health to the sick Death is before me today Like the odor of myrrh The one who stands upon the mountain The one who spreads the veil of doom Anubis, Anubis! You sit on the onyx throne of Death Anubis, Anubis! Find for us the trail of fate Death is before me today Like the sky when it clears Death is before me today Like the home that a man longs to see The one who stands upon the mountain The one who spreads the veil of doom Anubis, Anubis! You sit on the onyx throne of Death Anubis, Anubis! Find for us the trail of fate Book of the Dead invocations: I have dug up the sky, I have hacked up the horizon, I have traversed the earth to its furthest realms I have taken possession of the spirits of the great ones Because I am the one who equips a myriad with his magic. For I am a god, lord of the Netherworld, I have given up those things which were established in the past, I have planned appearance in glory. Anubis, Anubis! You sit on the onyx throne of Death Anubis, Anubis! Find for us the trail of fate Anubis, Anubis! Gatekeeper of the Great Beyond Anubis, Anubis! Lord of the sands please take me home...
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
“Pereat mundus, fiat iustitia!” A wanderer, a landless man, but a friend to all - all in need Toneless eyes under somber brows, so cold and deep - like fathoms of ice! In the absence of light, darkness will prevail In the shadow of my sword lies the Lord’s domain In the absence of blade, chaos will remain In the shadow of horns commination reigns I'm the one who restrains the dark I'm the one who strolls against evil From the north to the south with doom in my heart I'm the Puritan Puritan! Those eyes have looked at the sorcery in dark and naked lands Horror born of the jungle gloom and death on pathless sands! In the absence of light, darkness will prevail In the shadow of my sword lies the Lord’s domain In the absence of blade, chaos will remain In the shadow of horns commination reigns I'm the one who restrains the dark I'm the one who strolls against evil From the north to the south with doom in my heart I'm the Puritan Puritan! In cold eyes still a vagrant gleam So wayward, fanatic and blind Like the proxy of Almighty One He flits into the night! I'm the one who restrains the dark I'm the one who strolls against evil From the north to the south with doom in my heart I'm the Puritan
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
“Omnia mors aequat” I vex my heart in vain Breath gives me no solace Hourglass reversed again Red torrent runs flawless Pale coquette with lipless smile Evading all those who seek Thee I shuffle off this mortal coil There’s nothing here for me! Lady of Mercy You never let down Lady of Mercy Terrestrial crown Lady of Mercy Mother of all Wink at my catcall Lady of Mercy Your icy grip Lady of Mercy Puts us to sleep Lady of Mercy We all feed off Your breast Your embrace is blessed Inexorable soother of lust I bow to Your wisdom Indomitable leveler of cussed I cannot defy Thy charisma You approach with benign grin I shook with elation Final trek is to begin I sigh with alleviation Lady of Mercy You never let down Lady of Mercy Terrestrial crown Lady of Mercy Mother of all Wink at my catcall Lady of Mercy Your icy grip Lady of Mercy Puts us to sleep Lady of Mercy We all feed off Your breast Your embrace is blessed Lady of Mercy You never let down Lady of Mercy Terrestrial crown Lady of Mercy Mother of all Wink at my catcall Lady of Mercy Your icy grip Lady of Mercy Puts us to sleep Lady of Mercy We all feed off Your breast Your embrace is blessed
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
“Right, as the world goes, is only in question between equals in power, while the strong do what they can and the weak suffer what they must.” Darkness conceals the earth The folk lies in a dream But war of conscience is waging Young khans strangle old kings In an eternal scheme And sword of Damocles keeps hanging Towards the end we're heading And there is no call spreading To turn us back To make a strain False prophets of tomorrow There's no one left to follow Our days impend Heaven forfend! The rabble will never understand The mighty soul of the lord Thus whip must be hissing His foresight is trivialized by the mob Thus prison, exile and rope The hangman and his sneering Towards the end we're heading And there is no call spreading To turn us back To make a strain False prophets of tomorrow There's no one left to follow Our days impend Heaven forfend! For the people it’s all the same Which one is their harasser For the people are deaf and blind So crush’em! Crush’em! Crush’em! Towards the end we're heading And there is no call spreading To turn us back To make a strain False prophets of tomorrow There's no one left to follow Our days impend Heaven forfend!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Through the winds of time A poet found The Key To The Elder Rhyme Some call the song mystic With tales of gore And terror in the night His words, no more, Have kept me mystified [CHORUS] An art revealed to no one Some say insanity A lesson from The Baron Master of mystery I'm mystified Shadows of his thoughts Bring horror to the mind Legions of the lost Brought forth by his design Morbid tales unfold That leave thee terrified Poetry of old To keep thee mystified [CHORUS] Macabre words of fear Created in the night Death always so near Manifesting fright In his work I've seen A strange and mystic light His life-long dream Was to mystify [CHORUS] Decadence and suffering Devils in the bellfry Art of Black Arts Summoned by his rhyme Dark and evil madness Induced by his passion For mystification Of the mind, mystify [CHORUS]
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026