Burning in Water… Drowning in Flame
Burning in water drowning in flame Lambs led to slaughter to question their fate Deathbed confessions glass houses of truth Hand grenade rosary shrapnel of proof Love´s a cruel joke beyond understanding A gunshot wound covered up with a band-aid I miss the innocence seen through a child's eyes Cherubic and pure prior to disguise Burning in water drowning in flame Rosary hand grenade Where is the shelter for the abandoned A nurse for the doomеd and the fools who demand one I miss thе innocence seen through a child's eyes Cherubic and pure prior to disguise When the only thing to fear were little white lies Not the bombs that they drop that our hearts can´t survive Tell me who decides who will live and who will die (Who´s allowed to laugh and who is forced to cry) Who will take the beating and who´ll enjoy the ride (Who´s reduced to nothing and who´s seduced by pride) Who will be the privileged and who will be denied (Who will make the rules and who will cross the line) Who will be the judge when the jury is on trial (Who´s a willing Judas and who is Pontius pilot) Devout Denounced Devout De.....
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 22, 2026
Oh holy father who´s seen these evil deeds All my trespasses and many blasphemies A search for order denies what freedom needs I´m spared no quarter my belief has been quarentined Meet me at the corner of Valentine and Blood Be sure to tip your coroner and kiss the bastard son A soul alone Tip toes through landmines of yesterday Pull the pin break my home I´ll buckle down and find another way On my own on my own Rid me of these nightmares and the hauntings of my dreams Strip her from my memory and scrub my conscience clean Mankind versus virtue it´s no contest at all We´ll let you down at every turn Then condemn you when we fall Meet me at the corner of Valentine and Blood Be sure to tip your coroner and kiss the bastard son A soul alone Tip toes through landmines of yesterday Pull the pin break my home I´ll buckle down and find another way On my own on my own There are no martyrs only masochist With their tin horn prayers and their rusty promises Another bridge is burning hindsight 20/20 Curiosity killed the cunt Cunt (There are no martyrs only masochist) With their tin horn prayers and their rusty promises Another bridge is burning hindsight 20/20 Curiosity killed the cunt Cunt Killed the cunt Killed the cunt Killed the cunt Curiosity Killed the cunt
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 22, 2026
Lost in the nuance of a soul-searching seance They sharpen their knives on those that they prey on All of our insecurities and countless impurities All of these detours that led to obscurity Epileptic train of thought that´s septic and distraught Tattletale scars from the battles that you fought Faith orphaned lives absolution denied Lost in the substance polluting the mind You stare into the mirror the stench of vanity soon thickens I see right through it all and realize that I am sickened Forgive for my sins and my misdeeds Realise me from the grip of Edens veil As you can see we´ve fallen to our knees Emotional treason beyond reason in this season in hell Locked inside the custody of time A pardon to no one Got a battered suitcase invitation to the blues Got a soul that is torn like a well-worn pair of shoes Got a dream that I can´t shake and a nightmare or two These scars are my postcards this bar is my pew I got a watch that is broken and a heart not far behind What i know I´m sure are seconds feel like hours in my mind As I wait for the thrust of a cold and blinded knife It´s like waiting for a love that I know will not arrive Forgive for my sins and my misdeeds Release me from the grip of Edens veil As you can see we´ve fallen to our knees Emotional treason beyond reason in this season in hell Locked inside the custody of time A pardon to no one Forgive for my sins and my misdeeds Release me from the grip of Edens veil As you can see we´ve fallen to our knees Emotional treason beyond reason in this season in hell Locked inside the custody of time A pardon to no one
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 22, 2026
Seasick in my casket this disguiese cannot mask it Pacify these empty hollow skies We question all our choices the ghosts present their voices It seems they´ve got a mutiny in their eyes Worn out and I´m weary lonely shores adorn Lake Erie It´s so much colder now that you are not around Lost the keys to the cemetery trying to bury your memory Let´s burn this motherfucker to the ground Some they only want to watch the world burn Whilе others are just broken and ignorеd Some they only care about the win While others just get caught up in the storm Now and then you crave replacements or falsified engagements Or the static of the TV to replicate a sound And still I am reminded of the one that had me blinded Let´s burn this motherfucker to the ground Some they only want to watch the world burn While others are just broken and ignored Some they only care about the win While others just get caught up in the storm Some they only want to watch the world burn Some they only care about the win Who´s got the matches I´ve got the gasoline A fate so tragic Ignite your memory Who´s got the matches I´ve got the gasoline
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 22, 2026
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