Onslaught

Death's wave at its peak Tensions taking off Strength and passion. the fury of frenzy Beats in a scream. Onslaught! Armor clangs, The crunch of broken bones! Bones beat On leather drums The dead march And the fallen parade, Young heroes, and those older than eternity, Who are with us, who are with us Will not find peace in death. We will not have The bliss of quiet sadness or Moderate humility Without enmity It does not suit us, The villany of despicable bourgeois Peaceful deaths are alien to us. The storm of tragedy ablaze, My Odal fell, defeated by the Darkness, And the bloody river seeped into sand, foretelling Death. Out ran the source, which gave meaning and nourished blood, And the Spirit tormented me with Passion of Search, Fighting and comprehending!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026