The Recreation of The Shadowlands / Depressive Silence
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
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Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
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I listen to whispering winds which tell me about forgotten times of forgotten places. They confirm my wish to be replaced into glorious days. Again I walk the ancient paths which remind me of the past. In this dark and silent hours I`m at the beginning of the recreation of the Shadowlands, in all their majesty and pride. As night eternally rises I am ready to fulfill my destiny. The dark wings of dragons will cover the blackened sky when mighty flames of revenge burn this worthless existence. Once more we will succeed - mighty dragonfires.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
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