Via Necropolis
Howling winds, burning frost swathes of ice, trapped and lost A swirling storm of endless white All steps uncertain, in blinded sight Flakes like blades, cut the skin Through flesh and bones the cold crawls in Every breath stabs down the throat All shall rest under the snow pale coat The fate, the soul, in a grip so cold and pure In the depths of the storm where all warmth is far gone A flicker bursts through the walls, ignites the will to press on Resist and fight Follow, the call of the light Keep, your gaze From Blizzard into blaze Snow turns to ashes As smoke licks the sky The home set on fire The love taken by flames A charred pacifier The Lord gets what he claims
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Merely pawns on the chessboard of war Where once was joy there’s only void A flayed shell The spirit forever destroyed All laughter silenced The brain reset Sentiments erased Numbers they get The rule is simple be killed or kill Orders are orders Bury your one free will Vacant their smiles Haralds of doom Aligned they march in death's waiting room A rolling thunder The sky ablaze The screams of sorrow a haunting haze. The fields once green are now stained with red where dreams lie shattered and hope is dead Bring down the rain Let darkness descend Bring all their lives to a meaningless end Bombs start to fall The smoke arises, thick and gray as innocence is swept away. Humans fate once more at stake for a senseless war
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Am Fluss, wo alles still und tot zugleich ein altes Schiff, der Dämmerung entweicht Ihre Körper zerfallen, doch die Geister verweilen In der Dunkelheit flüstern, das Trugbild sich teilt Für das Leben, das Ende, die Reise beginnt Hinterlassen keine Spuren, vergessen und leer Was bleibt nun in der Hand wenn das Leben verhaucht Nur dieser Obolus den Charon verbraucht Der Tribut nicht bezahlt, keine Münzen bereit Charon spricht still, es gibt kein Geleit Ohne Trost Kein Trost Hoffnungslos Nur schlimmer Ohne Ende Kein Ende Aussichtslos für immer Gefangen im Schatten Vom Leben verhasst Verloren im Dunkeln Im Nebel verblasst Was einst war ist nur Schein Was nun ist wird vergangen sein
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Beyond the shores of fading lives rests a place where each soul arrives Between soft glow and familiar gloom a city rises from endless tombs Via Necropolis Enjoy the stay cause you’ll never leave Welcome to the realm of the dead Where past is forgotten and the future is shed Veiled in mist and ageless walls Silence reigns where darkness calls Yet they hold a timeless feast Where earthly cares and fears cease Via Necropolis Enjoy the stay cause you’ll never leave Welcome to the realm of the dead Where past is forgotten and the future is shed Humans, strange, aren’t they? They enslaved themselves to systems they invented. Some are born into comfort, others into chaos and still so many of them are using the lottery of birth like a weapon. But when their skin peels from the flesh and the flesh rots from their bones and the bones turn into dust, they are here with me. Bloodless shades, breathless too No thirst to haunt. No hunger true No longing for the night’s embrace No transience in need to chase No flesh, no skin, no guts Soundless steps that leave no ruts No bones, no eyes Restless spirits, now left in demise Forget your creed let banners fall Down here they mean nothing at all. No fear, no grief, no hate Vacant figures, this place is your fate No crowns, no chains Everyone's equal, no title remains Here, kings and beggars stand side by side The dust forgets what once was pride No wealth to find, no worldly name In the halls of death we’re all the same Via Necropolis Enjoy the stay cause you’ll never leave Welcome to the realm of the dead Where past is forgotten and the future is shed
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
When my time has reached its end Silence after the last exhale So lifeless, motionless A corpse cold and pale The fate of the soul unknown Will it vanish, or be banned to hell? But the fire will burn its mortal shell Buried, buried, buried Buried in flames Buried, buried, buried Buried in flames I want to be buried Buried in flames Buried, buried, buried Buried in flames Most gonna decay in a casket resting deep down in the soil A nice spot, where you rot Precious wood refined with oil Carve my name somewhere into stone Built a monument, do what you please But I won’t die and turn to dusk beneath Buried, buried, buried Buried in flames Buried, buried, buried Buried in flames I want to be buried Buried in flames Buried, buried, buried Buried in flames My body on the pyre The hair ignites at first I want the blood to boil My skin shall blister and burst The flesh will start to burn bones turned into cremains Soon all will be gone, buried, buried, buried Buried in flames When it’s dark no more light It is time to ignite The flames burn through the night till the sun reclaims its right A stuffed urn Now it’s done The ash still warm All else gone Scatter my ashes from the mountains Or around the old oak tree at the glade, where we played where we always felt so free My remains shouldn’t be your burden just let the wind decide to take what’s left where peace can bide Buried, buried, buried Buried in flames Buried, buried, buried Buried in flames I want to be buried Buried in flames Buried, buried, buried Buried in flames
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Upon drawing all the hatred, mankind is blinded by anger and rage Despise is echoing from the dawn of time bestowed on every newborn child. An eternal strife for self-fulfillment domination and rivalry leaves bleeding wounds that never heal everlasting scars in our history On your knees Begging for mercy, requesting peace On your knees Denial of guilt, more blood is spilled On your knees Pray for salvation, no own obligation On your knees On your knees Distracted by our senseless believes taking an eye for an eye seems the only way Trapping ourselves in a doomed maze driving forth the extinction of the human race On your knees Begging for mercy, requesting peace On your knees Denial of guilt, more blood is spilled On your knees Pray for salvation, no own obligation On your knees On your fucking knees Kneeling in the dirt unable to move Eyes blind Tendons cut up Again and again all on your own lonely human nowhere to go
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Vor Wochen schon in den Trog verbannt und seither zwangsernährt Die Strafe lautet Scaphismus und hat sich stets bewährt Der Körper so süß, von Insekten zerlegt und zum Faulen in die pralle Sonne gelegt Der Morgen erhebt sich, ein weiterer Tag Die Sonne brennt sich tiefer und tiefer in das Gesicht Diese letzte Reise, sie dauert noch an. Ein schmerzdurchtränkter Weg und am Ende herrscht kein Licht Der Körper zerstochen. Die Knochen gebrochen. Die Seele gefangen in seinem Bann Nackt lieg ich da, mit dem Antlitz empor, der Rücken befreit in Stücken vom Fleisch Mit dem Fasszug wird langsam die Haut abgezogen, verflogen die Hoffnung unter lautem Gekreisch Treibe nach vorne Reichlich eingeschmiert Der lebende Tote Zum Verzehr serviert Die Zeit ist reif, das Festmahl beginnt. Alles was kreucht schwindet dahin Wo einst noch Gefühle waren, gieren jetzt Fliegen und Maden Geschwollenes Fleisch den Trog abdichtet Krankheiten werden gezüchtet Organe langsam hingerichtet Die Notdurft den Körper vernichtet Wesende Exkremente und Insekten so heiß, stürzen sich endlos auf zuckendes Fleisch Wollüstig an Innereien nagen beenden mein Leiden nach 17 Tagen Treibe nach vorne Reichlich eingeschmiert Der lebende Tote Zum Verzehr serviert Tat ich auch nichts was dieses Gräuel verdient. Hab stets gehorcht und brav gedient. Kein Blut das an meinen Händen klebt noch nicht mal Aufsehen hab ich erregt Doch die Lebenden faulen wie die Toten, drum wurde mir dieses Schicksal geboten. Eine Schuld sollte ich begleichen Mein Leben statt dem seinen weichen. Nun ist das Ende da So lang war ich ihm nah Beendet nun das Sehnen durch letzte Eitertränen
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026