Nocturnal Pulse

I am the fire, the dark flame burning I am the night, a dark shadow soul The one who swallowed the light The one who leads your path Deserted by your own horde, forlorn till the end Fear will set you free, death incarnate Enter the nocturnal pulse, let it consume you Let it lead you over these desolate lands You stigmatize the earth with your presence Leaving only the cold north wind To give birth to the winter I am the darkness, the casket maker I am the cold, the chill down your spine A cursed man with visions of death The night crowned his son, and the casket lowered The poison runs in your veins Pale skin Yet you still crave for more, and more A wish to enter the next state Enter the nocturnal pulse, let it consume you Let it lead you over these desolate lands You stigmatize the earth with your presence Leaving only the cold north wind To give birth to the winter

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 22, 2026