No Room for Hope

I will succeed, this is my one last wish To reap, to kill, my true nature blooms No time for fear, it all ends here As chaos descends, you breathe your final breath These dying hands will reach your shores The plague will spread once more The crosses will be burnt to the ground Humanity will echo out Like fog, I sweep over the forsaken land No need to run, your time has finally come No room for hope, dig the graves deep I am the dying mist too thick to endure These dying hands will reach your shores The plague will spread once more The crosses will be burnt to the ground Humanity will echo out Useless time spent on prayers No future, all ends here These dying hands will reach your shores The plague will spread once more The crosses will be burnt to the ground Humanity will echo out

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 22, 2026