Assurdo
How less painful would be becoming mad… You’re mine! You’re mine! Immortal symphonies Raised and vanished by a frenzy brain, Wind tasting colours, omnipotence deliriums, archetypes only the poets uncover. I’m close to the other side, So close to the other side, iridescent membrane.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
You led my spirit out of the darkness You fed it with light Now the icy ranks of obscurity Take possession of my soul once again. The memory of the joyful verticality you gave me Will be the limping beam leading me through the odyssey among the demons
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Inside the structure To transfigure… He comes out, from the sheets of another city, the cross-eyed gnome. Within the sunset A sad rain Glitters the streets.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Negativity To generate Presence Mysterious power of Absence. Empirical aberration Or Key to the overcomingness
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Love to listen to baroque from four to six a.m. Wet streets are deafly lit by the traffic lights yellow intermittent glows. Throbbing in time within the fog As if they were the heart in lethargy of the city. Desolate air. Enjoying what is ignored by the slumberer A string quartet so mystically yet mathematically structured, gothic cathedrals soaked up in liturgical sounds, imperishable symbols of their own defeat, useless and yet beautiful yearning. Frozen silence highways For the ordinary madness a sense of custom Individualization To the quivering drug and inverse tolerance Traffic informations.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
The Provisional looks for the Infinite In the concave mirror Catastrophe gluten We are not dead. Grotesque broth Digested over and over again
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Ex Nihilo Being – Essere – Sein – Être – Sei Becoming – Divenire – Werden – Devenir – Deventà Faulty matter – Materia difettosa Energetic seeds – Semi energetici Ex Nihilo Truth – Veritè – Veretât – Warheit Creative shiver – Brivido creativo – Sgrisul creatif Space-Time – Spazio-Timp – Espace-Zeit Entropy – Entropia – Entropie Ex Nihilo Mind – Mente Soul – Geist – Anima – Âme Logos Pain – Douleur – Mâl – Dolore – Schmerz Heisenberg wasn’t wrong. To be field my rage is turned But still I need a face to tear apart.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Disabling sluggishness Adrift Worn out Uniform rectilinear motion Directionless muscular strength in rageful gestures Bio-electricity Frustrating leakage. Got to put my splinters together But rusty is my will Dried up Thirsty Parched Lubricate – Lubricate Lubr there’s only sand Grey… and dust But not stardust
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
No pain No shiver No shame No love No warmth No feelings No rage No light No fear No colours No death No flowers No will No touch No madness No blood No shit No sun No filth No sounds No thoughts No desires No cold No shock
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026