Sojourn in the Rising Darkness
Bound to flesh since life raped my soul... A curse of pain and grief was given to me as a present to my arrival. Still remembering the wounds which time harmed me during this carnal imprisonment ... still the same wounds I will not longer bear! For my weakness has gone and my blindness failed and this first and only time I esteem my life - the only thing it is worthy for ... the only thing I`ve been waiting for! The gift of death is what I have prepared, a departure violently crushing flesh and bones, sucking the essence of my punishment and finally gives me free! No longer caged, no longer pain - the end of slavery, my salvation I gained! ... in laughter I disappear - fleshless, yet pleased and free. For all of you I have shed my blood, but not as a gesture of kindness or love. A legacy of wrath and hate is what I once got, now I`ll leave an inheritance of pain and fear - my own legacy for you as heirs to eternal despair! Again I`ll laugh, whilst death is your desire - for not it is of cruelty, but life!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Walking to the lakes of frost, to the eternal forest of funeral. It's getting colder and colder, my cursed black soul burnes in the fires of hate. Enfolded shadows of mighty gates ascend the throne of immortal darkness. My emperor - I feel you like an extract from my face. My own funeral hate reflected in the lakes of frost. With black dust in their eyes the wolves roam to the North and sojourn in the rising darkness. When the gates open to the valleys of funereal eternity sellusion of ducal hordes sojourn in the rising darkness.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026