Path of Dreams
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Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
I need your breathing to warm up my nights, To break deeply through the silence, When in the dark I feel the cold of Winter Attack the limbs frightened by the nightmare Sailing in the most remote meanders, Among the empty spaces and the serpent’s coils Where I begin to exist. A minute can be the longest For the one waiting for his love. Let your glance be The guiding light amidst the tormenting sea; Let me be the crossing along your road, We will go together to the Emerald City, The Moon as the Sun will hail the happy event, And the Stars will smile, Keepers of our wonderful secret. Let entrust our whispers to the nocturnal sky, We’re panting in the ecstasy of absolute communion; The lush seed of future is in us.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
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Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
I – HOTLESS OF FLESH I want to get intoxicated by your morbid smell of woman Enjoy your flesh as fresh as your smile. I feel the breathing progress, Hard, harder, harder! Free yourself from the synthetic present, Just take a plunge into the atavic past Shout out your wet pleasure. Your hands … delicate inquisitors Your looks … penetrating obscenities Your tongue . . . mad desire. Gushing vibl discharge unhinge the grey doors of fear, Wild ecstasy and beast’s odor . . . Quagmire! The raving lightning of Life that asserts itself, I burn out in the Life of your sweet waitings, Brilliant fire between the bodies, Convulsed by the Prince Ritual of Life. LIFE! LIFE! LIFE! LIFE! … COME! II – SOFT WARM (Instrumental)
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
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Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
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Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Hate is magma deflagration Bursting out in my contracted viscera; Rage’s blustering storm Which consumes the face of God. Palaces crumble down inside my ear-drum It’s the din of Apocalypse! I hold tightly my head within my hands But the unendurable pain’s inside me. The bantering sneer of the jester mocks me … … multiplies … now it’s an infernal chorus. I find shelter in the unconsciousness.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Spirals of smoke blacker than the Hell from heavy gates of gothic cathedrals. Crazy figures born and dissolve themselves to the rhythm of a raving dance. Odor of putrefied roses and sufferance. Rooms made of nothing change dimension, Travelling convoys with no destination at all sublime. Life and Death Dance together to the unsound drum of madness. Insane laughs on the wall of light. The concentric wave takes the last message of a willing mind. The collimation of the signal is imperfect I only receive horrifying flashes of fear.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Where’s the vital nucleum? Where’s the ultimate aim? Why can’t I oppose the stream! I’m drowning in the raving waters of despair’s river. The icy water hurts my still throbbing lungs. Got to find out a point of support. But it’s so hard when all slides down under your feet, When a liquid anxiety hopelessly envelops you, When you’re in the power of a frozen and black force. The decay can’t be stopped, The spiral leads me into the void. Negative pressure inside my head, The infernal fire burns my face, Death … Death … Death is here. Close to me, I feel her breathing, She doesn’t betray any emotion, Locked in the spheric cage!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Al vert da uila che nas di guof nauinmentri dut, Traspira da creaturis da tiara, Si diffont tai mei bugei Colasas pal vueit da to muart. Al mal e la zoja Al dolor e’l mourment Stravinti insieme tal maj piat dal soreli. La lus je’ nera tai toi vol, Nissun misteri, nissun infiar, nissun paradis, Nome un fuc che si distuda, Eutropia… eutropia un scherz chimic, La materia torna se ‘stesa: MUART. Vajudis inutilis, sigadis d’amor che no tu podis sinti E fur la vita che riduza befarda Biel che la femina che nissun eroe ausa sfida’ Fiera da so incontiquibila violenza, Spiela con calma di faca un a tri verir Buera zelada sui soi lungs vistis a voba ‘l cue cut Dio sassin. Di la’ dal straplomp cialt ancur Al soreli generos not pol nuja cuintra la nera aleanzz Diu a Muart dal trono si sbacanin divertis. La natura je lor complice. L’om e la vita, majucins che si smenin cuma stupis tal lor teatri. Nissuna vita ti spieta tu ses besol Vu majucin cui fii sbregas che nol divertis pluj La lus je nera tai toi, voi, Il cjaldut di maj ale’ loutan.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
The green perfume of the life that borns again in spite of all, Transpires from the creatures of the Earth, Spreads in my viscera Collapsed by the void of your death. Sufferance and joy Pain and movement Whirl together in the may lit up by the sun. The light is black in your eyes, No mistery, no hell, no paradise Just a fire that extinguish itself. Entropy . . . entropy … a chemical joke The matter back to itself: DEATH! Useless mournings, cries of love that you can’t hear And outside there’s life that bantering smiles As the Woman no hero dare to face, Proud of her uncontainable violence, Waits with calm to snatch another warrior. Chilly wind on her long dresses Steals the agreement’s glance to the murderous God, Beyond the eternal abyss warm anguish. The generous sun can do nothing against the Black Alliance, God and Death from the throne laugh amused. Nature is their accomplice, The Man and the living are the puppets That foolishly toss themselves about on their theater. No life is waiting for you, You’re alone, a puppet with broken strings which can no longer amuse. The light is black in your eyes. The warmth of may is far away.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026