And the Living Shall Envy the Dead...
And the sun explodes, as it did before... ...and shadows left again to reveal our soul We burn as tinder, fly apart like leaves Girders, twisted spires... Like hands to heaven... If dust was gold, we would be kings... Ten thousand crucified, against a raging sky With lowly chorus that shakes the ground We bemoan our woes, as discordant sound Our hair in clumps, our skin marble grey Our teeth they loosen... and they fall away The horizon enraged, from the left to the right Glowing like the coals, against a cancer sky (We hold in embrace Each other to the end In our buried room We lie in fitful dream...)
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Eyes in sockets Face in contortion Hands in stasis Still bleeding... Still breathing... Skin in ribbons... Still breathing... Shattered huddles in rags... Seared ghostlike Where they stood Eyes burned away Buckets of wedding rings Cities of burning hell Children are burning... Hold me as we burn Let me see the flames Let us be washed away We shall be this place
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
A black figure Of some form strange Front or back I cannot tell... A hand is raised As five candles Of resplendent bluish flame It leaks black water The bricks are black And a heavy haze The floor is full With broken blood And so many! In Carbonised rigor! Of Greyest ash! A beautiful monument! And so many! In Carbonised rigor! Of Greyest ash! A beautiful monument!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
My walls are bleeding Windows are boarded Rats in the walls... Are talking at me... My eyes are black When they close They see what I see They know... To know is to become... I am changing now... A chrysalis of form This is the curse... The cold fear! Eyes in every fissure! They see me! They are my eyes!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
I know them sounds... Scratching from beyond Beyond the ancient gate... From a time past There are spheres... Realms of black madness Of howling and screams... Feeding on corporeality. Amorphous eldritch forms Hissing obsidian scales Tenticular ancient thrashings A maddening abode There are fissures... Cracks to the beyond Keys and doors... Portals and men Unknown terrors... Unimagined pleasures Men shall be vessels To carry the old ones To walk among us Like wolves among the flock...
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
A million-fold live in desperation And wth sunken pits for eyes... And souls washed away To reveal the grey Ashen hues for all the days... Each alone in crowded rooms Ashen cries in plastic tombs Each of us alone now Each of us to face our end Theres no love No selfless need Yet here were are to each we bleed We are but driftwood Upon oceans... Emotion is illusion To quiet the soul Emotion is illusion To quiet the soul! We fool ourselves with the lies Empty platitudes and fallacy Each alone - disconnected We lay in pastures and fields Of loneliness and silent tears Theres no love No selfless need Yet here were are to each we bleed Theres no love No selfless need Yet here were are to each we bleed Theres no love No selfless need Yet here were are to each we bleed Theres no love No selfless need Yet here were are to each we bleed You are all lost A fallacy of intent No selfless quality Deceive yourselves no longer! Deceive yourselves no longer! Deceive yourselves no longer! You are stark in my eyes! In my eyes! In my eyes!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026