The Seduction of Madness
Euclide – EUCL – EU – Eeehl Space – Spa – Spp Z Zeit – Z Compression of Time Spherie Deformation of Space Gravitational Crushing Cosmic Violence Freezing Stop of the Light Disintegrating Acceleration Solution of Continuity Carless flow from nothing to nothingness, The universe is wickedly indifferent. dedicated to Stephen Hawking
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
I held for hours a human skull in my hands I played with the black bones I saw the useless shell disintegrate, How much wonderful violence in the nauseating sweetness of Death! How much romantically insane grandiosity in the absurd act of self-murder! Sadistic the bow tortures the violin Sadistic the bow rapes the bleeding aorta. I want to get infected by the rotten, hurt myself with putrescent rubbish, Breathe the faetid miasmas od cadaverine to vomit my impotence, How much deaf decadence in dripping within the purulent mire As the paradites devour you inside
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
The poisonous wave in my veins the impetuous wind pulls me away The tender roots of a child humbled by the disgusting needle Useless fear with nauseating odour I’m losing control The sick envelope drifts away among the wicked whistles The angel with rusted iron claws seeks me to castrate me If I could only recover my lost weight it would be easy to kill him but here hanging at three meters from the wooden floor I don’t even know how to runaway I shake my arms like wings but my body was made for the ground.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
The night has fallen on the path of dreams Every colour is lost Boredom! A warm mask of grey plastic material The one who’s inert feels no pain at all but now I feel like wanting to throw up I’m tired of uselessness The stale atmosphere make me sick It takes my will to breathe away I want to live! I want emotion! This surf is annoying It covers every melody with its tired and immutable dragging by Fluent and sweetly reassuring habit Stunning blunting there the violent electricity of creation is alien I feel empty like a stage when all’s over
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
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Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Venez, venez Quand le chouettes vicieuses chanterons, Venez, A la fête nocturne en honneur de Bacco, Admirez et Jouissez des femmes le plus deprovees dans le château fou Trois grotesque putain dans le château fou. Rene, La Gros Qui Fait Le Con Parler Voluptuous flesh overflows from the stinking leather. Tittles too big, too big, too big to be real, demiopened eyes in the sin of pleasure, The bad rolled joint spreads its services from the sticky comer of the latin mouth. Two hundred kilos of bitchness very hard to satisfy, But her thick brutal pussy will tell you the most exciting vulgarities if you’ll be able to hammer it with strength. Michele, La Contorsioniste Opiate atmosphere in the green chamber, The smile of whore morbidly wrinkles the oriental features. She’ll let you possess her in the most sinful ways, Greedily licking her juice while you’re inside her, She’ll make you burst out with lust, The sweet diaphanous ankles crowned by rings of bells shake convulsive at very shove like the dying neck of the butchered animal. Charlotte, La Narcisiste You’ll see her, Lustful behind the mirror, Sinous like a pussy-cat on heat, You’ll desire her, Fair-haired girl with little, erect and turgid breast, With her speeding little tongue She’ll look for the image she loves. With tormentating tension of the fingers She’ll titillate the insensible glass, And then her tireless plastic lover will slyly sound the inner smells of her solitary urn, Lesbian fantasies in her hands, she looks for the supreme pleasure where she knows, you’ll wank. Dreaming to taste her sour childish flavor.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
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Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Primary destructivity Hate’s conflagration behind the wall Whitest directionless flame Little hands sadisticly pressing the palpitating object The immature mouth instrument of annihilation Nails too soft scratch the motherly bosom. Will of Evil Fierce desire to destroy. Tight hair Possess Fantastic Orgies of killing. Projection Paranoid anguish Here I am Naked an mutilated doll I devour the night with your flame in my mowth. I’ve locked my target Revenge Feel my scotching lips Retaliation I’ll humiliate with the colourless fire your little featherless sew with fierce cruelty.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
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Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
It’s a good day to get drunk The rain slowly falls calling the autumn, The leaves are trembling for fear of the announced chill As they stand out still green against the annoyed sky; But nobody cares about their muted desparate cries But maybe the drunk man in his mad frenzy … I need to exorcize this uselessness! The good smell of the wet fir’s branches together with the soothing spirit of brandy in my brain already prey to the thunder.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026