Sowing Discord in the Haunts of Man

Behind enemy lines I'll take cyanide Before I give myself up I was sent to drop B.Z on them Behind enemy lines Don't need no information Don't matter anyway you'll all fucking die Hitman for assassination Behind enemy lines My job is to dodge the bullets Never get caught Political maneuver Secret operation Enemy lines Music by Scanlan, Fucich Lyrics By McAuley 1981

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 21, 2026

My god where are you I want to have my rites My god who are you It doesn't seem quite right Crawl in the bottle Pickled scriptures Preserved by pictures Nowadays what is real Nowadays what can we feel Guardian angel is on the run Who will deliver us To the promised one My god where are you You've gone and left me What shall I do Why have you forsaken me I'm down here on my knees Why beg for your mercy Give it give it give it to me I need your righteous hand Lead me to the promised land Safe from iniquity Oh my god can you help me I stand here alone in this place God only knows Trapped in my self torment Lack of sense or judgment (Chorus) My god save me, my god save me Hear my plea, My god save me My god save me Amen..evil from us deliver Temptation into not us lead And, us against trespass who those Forgive we as, trespasses Our us forgive and..bread daily Our day this us give Heaven in is it earth on Done will be thy, come kingdom Thy, name thy be hollow Heaven in art who father our Christened with the boiling oil My flesh falls onto the floor My blood spilled with sins of greed I beg to my god on my knees Everyone will pass this judgment In the case of all who have been The lily's of the field Neither toil nor spin Who is my god what is religion Who is my god what is religion Music by Scanlan Lyrics by McAuley, Fabra 1986

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 21, 2026

(His number is X) Do you know who you're running from Do you think you can live that long There's no way to get away "They've come to take your skull" Head hunters on the roam Doing what they do most Decapitation is their way There's no way to be saved Your life will be over soon Here comes the hand of doom To take you from your body It'll be awful bloody Can you see his spirit kills Living on a deadly thrill He is the lord of the ancient ones This will be his time to come Suffer in the fields you Meek children of earth You stand before him He has returned The god of Jupiter is Lord of magician's We all have a number his number is X No way to get away No way to be saved Your life will be soon Here comes the hand of doom To take you from your body It'll be awful bloody (Marduk) Music by Scanlan, Fucich Lyrics by McAuley 1985

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 21, 2026

Do you want to see my fucking brains on Side of the wall don't trust or speak with Them Your mind is ours, the time is at hand, the Time now is fleeting sands have run out This day is done What you've got? Internal Damage I've seen the light, a sign from above Beware to all, the time has come reckoning Day it is here death awaits in Eternal hell their right there for you "Internal Damage" I cry the unheard sound without question I Know now they have sent me to my fate I Shall die on this giving day like a rat on a Wheel goes nowhere, stagnation, futile. Exhaustion, I go nowhere, I go nowhere Music by Scanlan, Fucich Lyrics by McAuley 1983

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 21, 2026

You're deceived, you're such a bad seed You're deceived, you're such a bad seed You're deceived, you're such a bad seed "You're deceived" Well you think you're something Down out of your mind Pushing after for the longest time Can I kill her, no I can't I feel sensations like someone Pulled the plug "They're looking for you" You look at me and all I see is a spot For your face What is it, what can I see Look at the backwards sign What do you see in my mind You're deceived....can I kill them Do you think so....why am I such a mess It always gets me....I don't know You're fuckin deceived...see me now Music by Fucich Lyrics by McAuley 1983

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 21, 2026

Cell XIII Satan to me would be god If you strangle one, stab another One you cut up, one you don't I'm in the thought of piece on earth I'm in the thought of piece on earth He was a sacrifice, I was to murder 3 Million people (The planet earth) He was a sacrifice to see if I could Murder one of my own At the end of murdering all the People on earth I was going to murder my own family And then fake my own life and Become god Well last March 11th I was Hallucinating and took a razor Blade and I cut a man's throat Music by Scanlan and Fucich Lyrics by Manson, Lucas and Kallinger 1985 Paradise Lost I'll pull you into it "The truth is the gas chamber" I'll pull you into it "How many times have I got to pay for Your sins" I'll pull you into it "I don't break laws, I make laws" I'll pull you into it "I'm the law maker" I'll pull you into it "I sat in that cell for eighteen years" I'll pull you into it The things you think you should have done All the wars you say you should have won I'm dripping through your hands of death Thoughts of heaven twist around your soul The hall of victories is your sight No more blindness, no more light Only heaven, only heaven's light Only heaven, only heaven's light "Dripping through the hands of death" At the gate of glory stands A black robe figured form of man Hands stretch out towards your soul Did you bring the money to pay the toll Falling down, falling low, to the ground Down below (Chorus) Paradise lost, paradise found Paradise up, paradise down "Paradise lost" Manson combs his fiery hair Sitting in his bleeding chair Witnessing the wars declared Bring the money but don't fear I don't care, we don't care he don't care You're gonna reap what you sow Snakes choke your petty woes As you grasp for breath As you grasp for breath As you grasp for breath & gargle fire "Falling low" Falling down, to the ground, down below "Paradise lost" All the things you think you should have done All the wars you say you should have won I'm dripping through your hands of death They'll take you down Music by Scanlan and Fabra Lyrics by Fabra 1986

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 21, 2026

I'll pull you into it "The truth is the gas chamber" I'll pull you into it "How many times have I got to pay for Your sins" I'll pull you into it "I don't break laws, I make laws" I'll pull you into it "I'm the law maker" I'll pull you into it "I sat in that cell for eighteen years" I'll pull you into it The things you think you should have done All the wars you say you should have won I'm dripping through your hands of death Thoughts of heaven twist around your soul The hall of victories is your sight No more blindness, no more light Only heaven, only heaven's light Only heaven, only heaven's light "Dripping through the hands of death" At the gate of glory stands A black robe figured form of man Hands stretch out towards your soul Did you bring the money to pay the toll Falling down, falling low, to the ground Down below (Chorus) Paradise lost, paradise found Paradise up, paradise down "Paradise lost" Manson combs his fiery hair Sitting in his bleeding chair Witnessing the wars declared Bring the money but don't fear I don't care, we don't care he don't care You're gonna reap what you sow Snakes choke your petty woes As you grasp for breath As you grasp for breath As you grasp for breath & gargle fire "Falling low" Falling down, to the ground, down below "Paradise lost" All the things you think you should have done All the wars you say you should have won I'm dripping through your hands of death They'll take you down Music by Scanlan and Fabra Lyrics by Fabra 1986

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 21, 2026

Here I stand before them with their Method of eternal pain As my flesh is stripped from my bones Hell and anarchy reign Blood drips from the virgin's crotch As she is strung high in the air Masters and servants together die The overlord, he appears, he appears My desire to get away to run To be free Has grown in immense proportion The reality of this I seek Our blood runs black as it touches the hot Background We are living on borrowed time This revelation has been found Has been found Cut loose by a servant Who dares to defy The wrath of the overlord That shall come at anytime Together we run through The tunnels of hell and home Into the fiery pit Falls another soul, that moans Passing through the carcass of the eath Countless skulls groan in the Corridors of agony What did I do to get in here I've got to find, find my, find my, Way out of here, some twisted mind Has sent me to my fate Darkness all around, I can't, I can't Feel myself. We all shall die on this giving Day (Chorus) Into the wasteland (Perry) Man must live till he dies (Wayne) He slides down deeper (Perry) In the pit calls Hades (Wayne) When shall it be over (Perry) When shall the pain subside (Wayne) Living in agony forever (Perry) Waiting, waiting to die (Wayne) No more future (Wayne) No more future (Wayne) (Repeat 1st verse) Music by Scanlan Lyrics by McAuley 1992

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 21, 2026

I seen many come, I seen many go Kommon knowledge to me, is Something you don't show Race hate is everywhere don't you All know Ignorance is excused, where Education is not a goal It's in your city, it's in your home it's On the street, and everywhere you go We are from the same nation not the Same color, not the same creed can We live together now Music by Scanlan, Gennaro Lyrics by McAuley 1989

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 21, 2026

Out of nowhere the music screams Mawkish sorrows feed your dreams Increasing hate through despair Your face falls to a deathlike stare Let the flesh instruct the mind Lynch all others unlike your kind Plant the seed of corruption Germinating generations There will come a time when you must all Go underground Back from the grave, one's body fell from Grace Dead, green and meaty & a bomb in a sling Graveyard kills the epitaph screams Graveyard kills the epitaph screams Graveyard kills the epitaph screams Graveyard thrills infecting your dreams Death spell I can sell Death spell will prevail Back from the grave a body once betrayed Dead, green and meaty & a bomb in a sling Your rotting reality stinks with greed Music by Scanlan, Fucich Lyrics by Fabra 1984

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 21, 2026