Nihil

Sunclad she roamed in dry woods, thickets, burnt ground No mere shadow against blackening skies Mute air sees and knows a caress of it's beloved Laid to rest for another day in silence has passed Golden age and the slight of cruel cold hands Once spring once bloom once sun once precious perished age Once life once my own once close and dear And the hush of death sublime They say you hear when you shiver in the sun Shiver in the sun How little warmth Cruellest of stars Breed ruin and then Nothing else nothing else nothing else... But a void Spirits left Weakened hands Glad somehow One breath taken Stolen from night's grace Sunclad she roamed in dry woods, thickets, burnt ground Naked against a naked sun

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026

You and I - hear it bleed In a desperate broken song Empty hands - grander loss The soulless banished here it seems Then I heard you whispering You shivering voice on the darkened wind "Sad grey oblivion" Escape this sane hell and logic grim With bare feet misled On bare rocks and iron sheds Long since falling down Down to see one's foreign self Under torn cover shriek Wrathless sun naked and bright Bleed the scourge of sleep Carving pale scents of escape Aactor of decay Godless seraphim hate Iron plan of death Hammers melting souls to dust Blackened paths to take Smelt the stale stench of grey Irredeemably lost "Witness oblivion" You said Eyes are shut, never touch the sun Traveller, has awakened and His words sing, ruin and turmoil And vast long bygone bliss Seems to bury the lie Still rest your shivering voice within Modern utopias through leather through skin Driven mad the ignorant blindfolded lamb Restless scornful tongue Words pass silence and Stricken immobile Red my crushed lids made Bitter dissonance Taste anguish collapse How far, still you run "No escape - hush" Scattered, broken Onward to merciless stars lights undarkened Onward now until sunshine brings gravity's failing Onward and climbing still among rotten trees and poisoned weeds Onward on burnt ground to stumble blind through such ravished woods Arid a plain's glow repulsive ahead The sky's lid gives way to her beckoning look Unravel the secrets of death decay I stare with a pale glance at her shimmering bloodshot eye Raging she stabs once more My cyanide heroin A sting if grew deep down Thrust into lungs open wide Sucking with anger One second of rust The pure nothing Stolen by night's grace

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026

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Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026

Left eyeless moon Shadow stab emptiness Stumble fellow fugitives Lead lids look away Fettered nemesis sterile Blood summer's hands Captured again Grab sun from sky Warm one more hell Blood summer's hands Captured again Grab sun from sky Warm one more hell Cigarette death Torment spring flames licking Die a ground electrified Blood summer's hands Captured again Grab sun from sky Warm one more hell Stake tied Rotten the air breathe Stolen by night's grace

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026

There beneath the water and leaves Sleeping stones embraced her Sardonic shiver how cold Everything close somehow Shut the satanic and the obscene Shut the whole world away Bare iron lust Another day draws to a close Stolen from night's grace

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026

Gently her feet kissed the ground Turned snow to water One drop in a mirror of trees There were no leaves to hide the sky With the bells' ringing from afar One sunclad breath from a summerwind Icicles enchanted flew away There were no leaves to hide the sky Her light a sun among nightshades Branches she dared not cross kept her in Ancient thorns and venom There were no leaves to hide the sky Moon poured gold on her shoulders Silent lost light before a dead dawn Stolen by night's grace

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026

See my queen of the stones and rocks and desert and its Blood dry in the sand sighing as immediate skies Lose their tongues and lick dust of hollow trees and her Carrying to brooks with dreamstricken leaves Staring into thickets black smoke breathes through etched veins Flames choking thick air without a life Man need no breath ruin decay Without life and no life at all Wasting my monument among stars Drown in red sun Glow now for world demise and Find death, just death, naked death Desert echoes closer forest Ends earth asleep Stolen by night's grace

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026