Doominicanes
“Videns autem Pilatus quia nihil proficeret sed magis tumultus fieret, accepta aqua lavit manus coram populo, dicens innocens ego sum a sanguine iusti huius: vos videritis. Et respondens universus populus dixit: “Sanguis eius super nos et super filios nostros”” Flock of the Lord sworn enemies of the Son Hands curled in fists and poison on tongues Twisted are sermons and spilled is prophets’ blood Frantic mob of Jerusalem Children of God Let His blood be upon us and Our children Let his blood fall on our heads Let His blood be upon us and Our children Let his blood fall on our heads Now axe is by the root and noose upon the neck Counted are breaths and measured our graves Yet Our viper’s tribe yearns for copper snake Believes sinless few will stop the rain of flames Let his blood be upon us and our children Let his blood fall on our heads Let his blood be upon us and our children Let his blood fall on our heads Lord have mercy upon us all Have forgiveness on Our kind
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
“Si quis adoraverit bestiam et imaginem eius, et acceperit caracterem in fronte sua aut in manu sua, hic bibet de vino irae Dei qui mixtus est mero in calice irae ipsius, et cruciabitur igne et sulphure in conspectu angelorum sanctorum et ante conspectum Agni, fumus tormentorum eorum in saecula saeculorum ascendit, nec habent requiem die ac nocte qui adoraverunt bestiam et imaginem eius, et si quis acceperit caracterem nominis eius” I’m here to give You sweet joy of sins confession Answer my questions No need for testimony taken by force I want remorse Fall in my arms sobbing aloud Now make me proud Avow Your guilt, return, it’s not too late On path of faith My heart burns so pure With thousand stakes Greet my flames with pain and rapture Soul as snow so pure Thank You oh Lord Let Your lost lambs soon be captured It’s time to learn to love sweet God again Purpose of pain Conceive Your crimes with desperate grief Flames bring relief You will be dying filled with inspired faith It’s not too late I am the one to mould You once more Your sin was sore My heart burns so pure With thousand stakes Greet my flames with pain and rapture Soul as snow so pure Thank You oh Lord Let Your lost lambs soon be captured
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
"Ecce video caelos apertos” Is this Thy mercy Divine pain of the nails Your children curse me As prophet failed once again He dared to teach how to live Said a whore to the thief Crowning is waiting Servant of Divine Deadspeak Strength for the weak Martyr’s commandment Deadspeak Suicidal streak Torment remembered Value of one breath How priceless is Your life Concealed gain from death Unfold when comes time of strife Once heard Only death is real Glorious flesh as soul is killed Martyr’s commandment When your grave is all Deadspeak Strength for the weak Martyr’s commandment Deadspeak Suicidal streak Torment remembered
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
“Ad eos adprehendite prophetas Baal et ne unus quidem fugiat!” Woe to You carefree dissemblers Your songs are false Drought, no dew, soil of pretenders Your offering rots Woe to You jackals in Zion Your crown is broke Cutthroat brood led to Babylon Exoneration under the yoke Lips to praise Hands to bless Lash to preach Spit to curse Fist to bait Wheel to rack Woe to You flock of a ruin Rod of our lips routs Apostates grubs of undoing Jezebel’s dogs howl Woe to You minions of falsehood Eschaton is nigh Count Your pay, taste Your own fruit Heed to our words and come to light Lips to praise Hands to bless Lash to preach Spit to curse Fist to bait Wheel to rack
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
"Qui voluerit animam suam ne dubitaret humiliter uiam Domini sumere, et si satis pecuniae habeat, satis det misericordiam Dei." Antiphona: Salve Regina Salve, Regina, misericordiae, vita, dulcedo et spes nostra, salve. Ierusalem Faith had failed on Earth Fear of the Lord prevails no longer Justice perished from this world Violence held sway Fratricide prowls free Lord of this world is ever stronger Virtue fell down on knees Evil reigns in its stead We take up the cross renouncing all sins Faith is our arm when Lord is our shield With glee in our hearts and psalm on our lips We sing Halleluiah Long is the road and perils galore Many will perish in service of Lord We are the steel that’s tempered in toil We sing Halleluiah Ierusalem Nostrum finem Ierusalem Through the deserts we drag Scorched and waterless lands of torment Famine grows each day Salvage in blood of our steeds Siege wears on and on Damn infidels drawing nearer Host of ghosts we became Our souls are in Lord’s hands In hour of trial there’s vision that thrills The Holy Lance God’s token of will Right of our cause is brightly revealed We sing Halleluiah Men on white horses with banners all white Blessed reinforcements sent us by Christ Insolence of faithless to be penalized We sing Halleluiah Ierusalem Nostrum finem Ierusalem Sanguinamus Palästinalied (Instrumental)
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026