Melodies of Sperm Composed
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Whilst thou unwears my seed dries Chrysalis it will become, eggs of web disclosing Giving birth to butterfly spawns Doublelaced beauty, hider of perversion behind Sunk by thy tiny appearance The anxious dilemma emerges Fucking then killing or killing then fucking Shivers cold now creep upon my skin My blood boils in sublimation, in sublimation to kill Fucking then killing or killing then fucking Fucking then killing... Our orgasms now evolve to delicate symphonies Bows a damned multitude of violins They play your soft flesh spurring on My corneous stick penetrates your dead body To direct melodies of sperm composed I love you, i kill you, i play you, i slay thy frame And the archangels falling to gather thy soul Will be the next victims of my noisy desire I shall rip their wings for the pleasure of Masturbation Proudness in defloration of their unviolated holes Melodies of sperm composed
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
I'm the knife to rape thy corpse Christ move thy glance to higher levels There be no further skies for you to lust Among the clouds my eyes... ...will analyze They stare the holy childhood They stare the enveloped nailed Floating in virgin's womb A face disfigured by thorns Slowly will sink in cranial fluids pots There's no rainbath for a flesh so meek Only the urine of the oozing damned mass The damned are slobbering on the dream of thy Carrion I'm the knife to rape thy corpse
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Today you'll be mine little girl And like a good father i'll play with you all day I'll play with you all day My body inside your injects the larva Which viciously devour your orgasm I take delight in you and your suffering I'll play with you all day My body inside yours injects the larva I'll fuck you and then your carrion You arc weak and broken You are a woman therefore a bitch I'm blind, insensible, sadistic, psychotic I only want your blood and your holes While you drown into my seminal pollen I welter in your vaginal fluids You are a woman therefor a bitch You are a woman therefore a bitch
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
I'm the larva, devouring your body I'm the seed, bearing your agony Blood, flesh. plumes I looks, blades, chains Oh my little infants Thine are the butchery gates now reopened Mine is not the wrong direction Hatred lead my shell inside, and the pleasure of Sorrow inflicted... In this flabby paradise My wrath will unleash and blast My unmerciful storm will dry and tread thy Orchids They'll spread no more life to the candid garden Your wings are now imbrued Of your own blood You're weak and condemned Oh my little lambs Bones and skin for my use They will grind in the gears For the eternal flames of my inferno
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Now my bed be covered with thorny vaginal hair From the ceiling menstrual liquid drops are Hammcrfalling My imagination has been filled with nocuous sin Blood, phoetuses; insect and shits are pleasures For my sight I am completely caught in a gory dimension I feel quiet desires, i think Masturbation is the natural way To the emanation of my hidden fears My old sell rolling in viscous spittle At the park young mothers will fall by my hand Cut Empty babycabs and holedeprived women I'm confused and reveling into my acid slabber In wait of the awakening of this surreal Nightmare I visualize dead infants drowning in red gore Groaning out in agony while i piss them upon Standing high above the mass I will splash swallowing blood A need to devolve to normality A need to perpetrate blind violence A need of sinlike visions pure A need to screw myself as a child
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Your halo now is a blade You are dead, cold, chained Your hole tow is a blade Slowly descending to cut your throat Feathers are scalpels Which skillfully remove your vocal organs The wound closes upnow speak the just voice Of pain "god i love you and your artistic vein..." I love your hands and your sculptures of flesh God first you created human body Then you created me To tear them open I rip people open to fill up myself And give'em my emptiness Oh my dear plumed body I need to feed of you Empty your cranium and evil it up with my Thoughts You're completely bloodsoaked And yet you are dead You arc dead, cold, chained
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
I looks are my visions divaricating your eyes We will merge in a painful parietal implantation Partially unliving Stripped out of soul A rotting inside being Vomit out the smells Of all corrupted thoughts Of bones, of blood, of skin, of blades, of thorns, Of hammers Delighted by other's shame and suffering A state of safety for the breathing implanted You will be my sadness and the pleasure of kill "windows, subtly taking space in your body Unhealers of sold, vortices of illness Cycling dying to revive To replace the outer shell You rotting, now molding in the flames of hell" Dissected be your limbs by those tasks Unfulfilled
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Other two days, my sweet tiny flower Other two days, then the eternal floating And jade into the ground of this dried garden Other two days, and the storm will come And thou will become the bestliked customer Of a whory death Other two days. and the storm will come But never to shut thy smiles off 'cause oblivion is less false than love Love detaching your petals To cover the scars of your heart Other two days, to wed with darkness Other two days, and her blade will mow down Other two days...
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026