Behind the Mask
His thoughts Are diggin' through my brain My thoughts Put up resistance to him He's in my head Sometimes strong Sometimes weak But however I fight I can't do him any harm Sick thoughts drive me To things I never want How he makes it? Is he stronger than me? Where is the mystery Where his sore point? Can I defeat him Or will he subject me? He is the second self Strong like the first He is always by your side Don't try to repress him Sooner or later He will get you too You can't defeat him He's a part of you! An eternal fight Struggle by everyone of us The most are strong enough But someone can't get it done An endless war without a chance To reconcillation A vicious circle, sometimes I win Sometimes he's the winner He pushes me to kill I don't hold him back He shows me the way to evil I follow him there he sends me to Hell i don't will prevent him He is in sure distance And laughs at me Furious I try to grab And destroy him But just like in a nightmare He leaves more and more Humiliated and defeated I left behind Hopeless I lay on the ground And choose the death!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Big empty house Creepy silence An ugly morning all is grey The streets are wet I feel like to puke My own guts Lost my childhood In everlasting loneliness In search for a union Of two sick souls All possibilities are tried All ways are walked End in nowhere Let me smell your flesh Let me taste your flesh Let me smell your blood Let me taste your blood Let me eat your flesh I wanna feel you Inside of myself Dirty feelings always grow Can't realize it Desire raises I need salvation Then he appears from The darkness of hopelessness Shudders are twitching my loins The kick of my life? Lust is filling my inner self Shiver my limbs He gives himself to me Is this my fulfillment? Let me smell your flesh Let me taste your flesh Let me eat your flesh I wanna feel you Inside of myself A new dimension of passion Is opening to me My fantasy Beyond all humanity His body in my body For eternity The smell of cremated flesh Fills the air The instinct of wild animals Forced us To be united forever Let me smell your flesh Let me taste your flesh Let me eat your flesh I wanna feel you Inside of myself
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Mask of a clown A mask of smiling, hypocrisy Mask of a clown My mask Alone I stand in the ring Many thousand eyes Look at me Their faces Turn to grimaces I begin to hate them! Nourished by laughter Quenching my thirst By the sources of grief Hiding emotions Behind the mask day by day Leave alone with my fear The show is over The music goes dumb The laughter is silent The dream is dead I take off my mask And see into my face My mouth Distorted to a smile A tear rolls Across my cheek A single tear A tear, lost in eternity It burns a hole A deep hole in my soul The voice of my Heart screams Deadly wounded Never touched Drowned in the sea of sorrow Suffocated by life Hopeless imprisoned Behind my deeds Crushed under the mask Lay me down to Sleep and dream In the tent, a dead clown Lies on the ground Blood drops into the sand The audience laugh And applaud each laughter Hits a new wound Into the dead flesh I wake up in the morning Time for my entrance Enter the tent The mask in my face Banished The emotions of hate But a knife in my hands
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
The crept to the top High above our eyes With hollow words Empty promises and lies We believed in them Credulous and blind The beginning of a new life Was in your mind And they eat all Just like greedy rats They eat our clothes The hair from our heads There is no meaning For the tears we cry We never can reach them They are much too high We are living In a state of the rat Our unconsciousness Makes them fat They are unimpeachable Resist against all And there is no force That makes them fall Their force is too strong And will you crush and smash Their greasy fingers Always grab to your cash Their ugly grimaces Laugh at you loud They will put you down If you stand up and shout We are too weak Because we're disconnected We are too fearful Egoism-infected From this vicious circle We'll never break out While our brain is affected With a paralyzing cloud We are living In a state of the rat Our unconsciousness Makes them fat They are unimpeachable Resist against all And there is no force That makes them fall
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Desperate they are searching For power and help Hoping for forgiveness Of their sins Their faith in God Makes them stronger But without faith They are much weaker Mind and naive they follow God and the church With their old-fashioned rules Wings of destiny drive them Into the addiction of their faith Pain and their biggest fears Disappear by their imagination But your faith will not help you When you stand before your judge On the end of your days On the end of your days! I don't follow your rules I don't believe in your God I follow my own way My own faith I believe in my own god I am an atheist! I believe in my own god I am an atheist Everyone must pay the price For his deeds and actions Especially you, self-pleasing Fighting for the church To wash away your sins And your sick desires You will see, there is no hope and help behind this facade Oh, how I laugh at you At your naivety And how I despise you because Of your carelessness Your weak character A lot of you will burn on Hell too Further rely on your faith And the chains, that you put On yourself
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
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Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
No one knows him No one takes notice of him He is a loner in all Ways and relations Extreme addictions And preferences Happy in his brain Controlling his body With full force He knows himself So he likes to move In the dark He's driven to go out When the night comes down Only in the dark His victims are within reach He searches for corpses Dead men to use He doesn't dare Touching living flesh He needs the smell Of the dead To satisfy his instinct Dead flesh Full of the smell of death Dead flesh Full of severe cold Dead flesh Defenseless like a child Craving for lifeless bodies it never ends Before this thirst is quenched He lives among ourselves Unnoticed and pale He feels good In this world of easy prey He's a beast In human shape Driven by a mania That nobody knows or understands He isn't a part of us And help won't reach him soon He gets untamed If not kept under our control He's sick and deranged With his actions and when Dealing with sexuality There is no hope for recovery Of his morbid appetite The only relief is death Almost all things are defined And have backgrounds Not for him He's a necrophile!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
My life is so empty All days are the same the time comes To a standstill I sit in my chamber For myself to blame And dismal thoughts Let me thrill I feel so chill All around is so still All fade to grey You can leave me or stay All fade to grey There's nothing more to say I go astray While I try to leave this way I drift away And I think I cast away I see into Hell Always I hear my own knell All fade to grey You can leave me or stay All fade to grey There's nothing more to stay I go astray While I try to leave this way I drift away And I think I cast away I don't want to live I don't want to die What can I do That makes me ill I just can't break out So I always cry And so many tears I spill Myself to kill Is that really my will? All fade to grey You can leave me or stay All fade to grey There's nothing more to say I go astray While I try to leave this way I drift away And I think I cast away All fade to grey... Leave me or stay... All fade to grey... Nothing more to say...
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Deadly infections A smell of rotten flesh Open wounds Embolism in your veins Twisted limbs rotting While you breathe Disgusted at your Own body let you puke Panic! Eyes are dropping Off your skull Dying nerves No feeling of pain Deadly parts of your limbs Are like garbage They cut it off and Throw it in the trash They cut it off! Throw it in the trash! No feeling for your legs You have no choice You must cry for help Or you must die A cripple For the rest of your life This bad chance makes you ill No one Can believe your pain No one Understands your grief No one Knows how it feels With your sorrows You're alone No one Can really help you No one Can really love you No one knows Your terrible emotions They see you And look away If you survive you must Live on without legs Always dependent On help of the others A life in a wheelchair Helpless day by day This is your life After the amputation
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Someone is injured Feel the pain? So what, I have My own chain! I know, that's not my fault He's desperate Depressive, debased? And feels just like erased? Spare me from This emotion assault! Not my fault1 If you bleed It's bad for you But I'm not guilty So bleed! It's not my own blood I'm not interested in you Disaster and misery Came to me suddenly Why it choose me Of all the people? Why? I'm desperate Depressive, debased Fell just like a carcass No one will hear my cry Hear my cry Tell me why I feel pain Go insane! Now I'm broken And I"m so alone They kick me away Just like a stone And if I look back I can't deny All, that I said Was nothing but a lie! But now it's too late...
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026