The Sacred Mood

Sun crashes through my window Moon falls asleep in my bed Wide awake I’m filled with violence Of the voices in my head So eloquent they speak to me I feel the madness rise One pill to numb this pounding Another pill to close my eyes Moonless midnight of my mind Moonless midnight of my… Old wounds will always haunt me Time has a way with words One pill to numb this feeling Another pill to calm my nerves Moonless midnight of my mind Moonless midnight of my… Of my mind…Of my mind… The moonless midnight of my mind Esoteric dissonance The soothing sound of silence But once the heavy starts to hit Feel the wrath of the monolith Moonless midnight of my mind Moonless midnight… Blue skies are sacrificed Let the witching hour come One pill to numb this pressure Another pill to kill the sun

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 21, 2026

Life and death and time remind us Leave the dust of past behind us Mourn the memories of our mistakes Take our secrets to the grave Blessed is the beast that rises From the ashes of our vices Warnings that must be conveyed Truth is not in being saved Like a phoenix on the bone - In death we are reborn Feel the fire burn and scorn - Moriendo Renascor Like a phoenix on the bone - In death we are reborn Feel the fire burn and scorn - Moriendo Renascor In this garden filled with earthly vanities temptation lies Divine salvation only comes to those who die Spirits come and give us light Haunting hearts as black as night When the skies turn dark and grey The dead will have their way Like a phoenix on the bone - In death we are reborn Feel the fire burn and scorn - Moriendo Renascor Like a phoenix on the bone - In death we are reborn Feel the fire burn and scorn - Moriendo Renascor This too shall pass so come what may Your tomorrow is today Each night I go to sleep and mourn When I wake I am reborn

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 21, 2026

Red are the lips with a tongue so sharp Kiss her mouth and cut out her heart I can feel the heat from the sun I scorn The sicken of the calm who know the storm Suffer-lover Death is the veil which those who live call life They sleep and it's lifted God is a girl with butcher knife A butcher knife Black is the hair with the skin so white Drown her sins in the pale moonlight I can feel the earth bleed beneath my feet The strength of the dirt where the flesh is weak Suffer-lover Death is the veil which those who live call life They sleep and it's lifted God is a girl with butcher knife Music, when harsh voices die Vibrates in the memory And so will thoughts when thou art is gone My words shall live on Death is the veil which those who live call life They sleep and it's lifted God is a girl with butcher knife The mistress of the verbal hand grenade be my muse The good book speaks to those who seek the truth But where's the proof? An eye for an eye A tooth for a tooth

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 21, 2026

Myths are flowers Of imagination They grow freely Fed by mystery Watered by our hopes And faith in metaphor Dressed up in the truth They beautifully adorn Gardens of our minds reborn Resurrected from the past We left behind Religion Just like superstition Is the weed That strangles reason Blood is beauty Flowing from the veins Of inspiration to our hearts Beating as our dreams And real life collide Decorated in our sins We shed our skins Strengthen our lungs Breathe and kill the demons With the magic Of our tongues Religion Just like superstition Is the weed That strangles reason The image of the lord Has been replaced By a mirror And the Devil’s face A virtuous heretic Shall be saved Before a wicked Christian preys Religion Just like superstition Is the weed That strangles reason Religion Just like superstition Is the weed That strangles reason

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 21, 2026

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I open my mouth And I can taste the heat of the South Baptized in Whisky I worship the sound Thick like clouds under the Tennessee sky Damned and divine Every summer has a story And this one is mine The high priestess of prophecy I preach my sermons To the cicadas in the trees Heavy with the holiness of his riffs I bleed The Southern sun Will light the room With secrets of the moon Secrets of the moon I close my eyes And come alivе Inside the sacred mood Thе sacred mood Night falls and the fireflies Surround me like rain I can hear the distant thunder of August Immaculate in its pain This is the ballad Of a blasphemous girl The lament of an insomniac A dirge for the sacrosanct Doomed with the Rumble of the deep I pray my soul Will continue to speak As the low end strangles me The Southern sun Will light the room With secrets of the moon Secrets of the moon I close my eyes And come alive Inside the sacred moon The sacred mood The Southern sun Will light the room With secrets of the moon Secrets of the moon I close my eyes And come alive Inside the sacred moon The sacred mood Beauty for some provides an escape For others... An exquisite dying

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 21, 2026

The iron tongue of midnight No one will see her standing here Between the mortal and the muse Our darkest evening of the year These hills have riffs These woods have words so deep they're buried in them I cross my heart and hope to live Pray all is forgiven In this the hour of the wolf She gives into her greatest fear A beating heart becomes a scream The only sound that she can hear These hills have riffs These woods have words so deep they're buried in them I cross my heart and hope to live Pray all is forgiven It is the hour when most people die Sleep is deepest and nightmares are real These woods are lovely, dark and deep But I have secrets I must keep Words to say before I sleep Words to say before I These hills have riffs These woods have words so deep they're buried in them I cross my heart and hope to live Pray all is forgiven These woods have history These hills are filled with memories I close my eyes and see the beauty in my blasphemy These woods are lovely, dark and deep But I have secrets I must keep Words to say before I sleep Words to say before I

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 21, 2026

Still feel the pretty poison That's coursing Through your veins Your silent analogue heart No longer beats But it remains A hard reminder Of your past Distant memory An unapologetic thief Transformed herself Into Del Riche Del Riche Complicated identity But I remember Who you used to be The fallacy whereby a goose Believes that she’s a swan Pretend you’re someone elsе But all your character is gone A work in progress to еrase Traces of your fame True metamorphosis Is more than just Changing your name Del Riche Complicated identity But I remember Who you used to be Beauty is only skin deep But ugly goes clean to the bone The human heart feels things The eyes cannot see alone Complicated identity But I remember Who you used to be The vultures they still circle Within the words I wrote Your skeletons have not grown skin But there is always…hope

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 21, 2026

Shut the drapes And the world drops dead Sometimes it’s nice to forget Why suffer from another sunrise Dying is an art like everything else So heavy is my heart So dead in comfort I am numb The luxury of sleep Eludes me Close my eyes And the room turns red Sometimes it’s nice to pretend Why bother with another sunset Dying is an art like everything else So heavy is my heart So dead in comfort I am numb The luxury of sleep Eludes me Just one more pill to take And maybe I won’t recognize The harsh light of day These are my hands My knees My scars Oh Lady Lazarus Come and speak to me Dark side of happy is despair Oh Spirits of the night Forgive my restless mind From ashes I will rise And eat my enemies like air Just one more pill to take And maybe I won’t recognize The harsh light of day

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 21, 2026

I play an old piano from nine to half past one Try to make a livin' watchin' everybody else have fun I don't miss much if it happens on a dance hall floor Wait a second - look what just walked through that door Well, hello T-R-0-U-B-L-E What in the world are you doin'A-L-O-N-E? Say, good L-double O-K-I-N-G I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids Mama had a time tryin' to raise nine kids Told me not to stagger, but was up all night And then I bet she couldn't hardly raise me right But mama never told me 'bout nothing like a Y-O-U Say, your mama must have been a little something or other too Say, hello good L-double O-K-I-N-G I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E Well, you talk about a woman I've seen a lot of others But too much something' and not enough another You've got it all together like a lovin' machine You're lookin' like glory and walkin' like a dream Mother Nature's sure been good to Y-O-U And your mama must have been a good lookin' mother too Say, hey, good L-double O-K-I-N-G I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E Well, you talk about a trouble-makin' hunka poky face That men are gonna love and all the women gonna hate Oh, the world ain't ready for nothin' like a Y-O-U Well, I bet your mama must have been a good lookin' mother too Say hey good L-double O-K-I-N-G I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 21, 2026