Hellstorm
Broken, my wounds spill free Draining the life from me Hellstorm Ashes fall to the earth Melting the skin from my face Hellstorm Through burning halls Lead into hell Cyclonic tyrant winds This is the end. The trees and mountains know nothing of this They shall forever be preserved in the beauty of time
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Discarded from this band of brothers he was Disputed were they with his treacherous ways Blasphemy against a given Fractured were our hearts he entered the darkest of days Never to the see the light of Norse again Forbidding those to listen to the wise Your lust for pride had you corrupt Hail to the peasant who may live forever Your existance shall be consumed This is our code, our religion And you have been forever cast down No grief nor sorrow, shall be spared for you Your theater of lies is eternally our mockery Never to see the light of Norse again
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
On this day, upon perverted shores, I look into the sky. Past the fields, through your million whores I look into your eyes. Devastate your opposition Lay waste to the sun Extinguish their light Muster your strength, to become the glorious. Wounds spill free, lament the taste of death With gods, we'll dine tonight I see your fear, you'll not find it here Death in glory, glory in death I know as my body is torn asunder My soul shall transcend, great glory in death Blood on my hands, death in the air A glorious end, Valhalla is waiting
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Through the ages we have been crawling Outside, bleeding Flames blister my skin Deep underground Bodies spew forth to join the dead river Across the mountains a flood of burning mass Fire winds pass The skin rips from our flesh Deep underground Bodies spew forth to join the dead river
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
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Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Father, weak to no man's eyes On his throne the weak will fail Don't dare rise against Hail now, to your knees, dismember and gut Taste the flames of the fallen blood Lightning fills the sky In these thunderous times Father of the Norns Guide me through this storm Bring them through the stakes Bursting their life Innocence is washed away Burn them on the cross
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Over burning stenches I exist Through frozen lakes our souls shall burn In our domain the weak shall fall to hell Perfectly As the moon beams down upon the sweat of your failures You shall know who lost this day Inhale the foul scent of annihilation We three shall not walk away In our domain the weak fall to hell Perfectly Chaos theory, broken wings denied Our elemental structure can not, will not, shall not, Coexist Spread your wings and prepare to die The blood of my brothers forever call my name
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
I accept the path I've taken, we surge through this storm The search from within Until now, I have been worn Through inner strength I've found To find Orion Rise now to lead this hunt and crush those not worthy The mental abyss The storm of impurity Will serve to crush those not worthy A warrior forged in blood To find Orion I am the
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
I am the one who crushed the congregation Of mortal hatred; spewed forth I was born Created to end time and wipe out all existence I offer a blazing moon to a brethren elite I'll take nothing in between For I am thy adversary Bring forth the frozen winds Devour the serpents flame We shall not falter We shall not bow To you wretched cursed men Mortal coils which bind your gods Prove only you've created him There can be no monarchy! Men of god come flowing down Like a serpent to its prey Ships of war sail through the fog Under Odin, they obey Limb from limb these souls are torn Hell hath no fury like a viking scorned Bring forth the frozen winds Devour the serpents flame
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Create anarchy to bring order Sweep valleys with your blazing tongue Devour my body with your gaping mouth Bring gods to their knees with your everlasting gaze Be driven, oh serpent Master of deceit, Rip the earth with your tail Spit venom upon its core Here we stand in this frozen desert of time When we were forced into this filth we lost our sight Our memory became soiled Fragile and empty
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Spawned forth from war Is hideous Grendill Exhumed the beast From lakes of blood Charge into the fields of war Her bastard sons carry the torch War and her bastard sons Rise from the ashes Tearing through shields Serpents set us free March on prepared Charge into the fields of war Her bastard sons carry the torch War and her bastard sons
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026