Affliction, Endocrine... Vertigo
Mes yeux se ferment sur l'image de ce ciel gris monochrome Toile de fond à jamais souillée d'un sentiment d'inanité Les excrétions d'un quotidien vide où l'habitude produit l'aliénant Nous font entrevoir rien de plus que l'ordinaire renoncement Tes yeux s'ouvrent sur l'image de ce mortifère décors Rien ne courbe ton échine, moi je nous vois tous déjà mort Il émane de toi tant de certitudes, ce qui moi me tue te rend plus fort Dans l'opacité de ma servitude, mes plus rouges colères sont incolores Aucune couleur n'est assez ardente pour travestir l'abomination C'est à l'intérieur que tout se joue, là où rien n'apaise l'aversion Affrontons nos destins frigides d'un optimisme obsolète Nos yeux se referment à l'unisson sur ce même tableau de défaite
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
The way you scream at me, crushing me with your voice, Putting a speedy end to any answer, any counter, As if my head was laying underwater, Hands cuffed in my back, All of this pounding in me with so much hatred That I’m getting scared of myself. The weight of your culture and your unquestionable Social and personal History felt on my shoulder As an attack from your mouth Crawling under my skin and deep inside my mind. Without any reason. No good reason to me. Just for the crush, just for this feeling of power. Who’s the real victim ? Who’s the real slave? Face down in shit and humiliated, You made me feel guilty for one moment. This is rape even if you never touched me. This is rape and my shield is split up. Alleviation will be achieved through The deconstruction of our History.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Destroy all dreamers Who dream of the same thing more than once.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
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Despise the fact you’ve sunk our ship, I feel more comfortable swimming in the middle of sharks than you, desperately gripped to this welcome floating branch. They don’t want to taste my flesh as if they wanted to tell me I’m the mistaken and victorious one. Life is beautiful. Sharks are drawing circles and you can’t tell the name of this dolphin. I’ve seen your mortified face from my new island. Even wood can sink.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Destroy all dreamers Who don’t fondly kiss his lips and don’t embrace him
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Swimming down to the depths I’m looking for a creature That will hurt and feed me, I have to leave you for a moment, To get away from your warm chants. Pressure is the only thing down here, Reminding me how my strength is relative. There is no sound down here Except for my heartbeat Pounding in my head.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Destroy all dreamers Who forget he holds us in his arms every morning.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Amertume de celui qui se définit comme leader. La faiblesse est la pierre angulaire de mon Esprit et de mon corps. Les belles pensées sont abordées avec de Bien vilains mots. Et je vais devoir m’expliquer toujours et encore. Et je vais devoir me plier et être d’accord. C’est un gouffre sans fond qui s’ouvre devant moi. Tous les deux n’obéirons jamais aux mêmes lois. Ton ego n’as pas de limites et jamais tu n’es coupable. Et quand ta botte piétine les têtes De ceux qui t’empêchent, quand ton dédain n’a d’égale que la misère De tes serviteurs, l’obscénité te porte au fur et à mesure Que ton cœur sèche Et tu ne seras mon supérieur que tant que Je serai ton rêveur. En perdant, c’est ici que je me pose… Translation: Bitterness of the one who describes himself as a leader Weakness as the cornerstone of my body and soul Beautiful thoughts tackled with such ugly words And I’m gonna have to get things sorted Again and again And I’m gonna have to yield and agree A bottomless chasm opening before me We’ll never obey the same laws Your ego knows no limit, never been the guilty party And when your boot stomps the face Of those who interfere When your scorn is only challenged By the misery of your servants Carried by obscenity as your heart dries up And you’ll be my leader as long as I’ll be your loser As a loser, here I lay…
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Daily blood tastes so sweet in our awaken mouths
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
A beginning is a very delicate time, the one and only Saving my soul and selling the world Frail like a feather falling down on the ground. Then my wrists, ruined by handcuffs But I got used to those wounds, they became familiar The sting, so sweet and soft in my optic nerves, Is quite pleasant The habit is not so bad, not so degrading, I learn, I learn, I learn, I learn, self-sacrifice As the harmful crumbling process is set up, Crawling slowly, blackening the immaculate White of passion I walk under the pale light of our dead hearts Nothing will fan our flame anymore now, Wxpect what is left behind The replacement, the solution that keeps me sane Not as fanciful as our so-called passionate existence My love is not frantic, it is peaceful, calm, rested and quiet I’m not guilty for that… am I?
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Destroy all dreamers Who keep on dreaming.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
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