The Swan
When I close my eyes I'll see the fabrics of my flesh Pulsating surely With familiar shapes The lights behind planets Far away moons and pitch black skies The cloth of the world And the stars that are pinned inside your mouth When I sink inside I'll see the darkness high above Waiting to be filled Changing And when the swan dawns Black figures will glide on the sand Shadows without shadows To witness this glowing world And when the swan dawns Black figures will glide on the sand And when the swan dawns Black figures will glide on the sand We are No strings attached We are We are No strings attached We are We are No strings attached We are We are No strings attached We are
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 27, 2026
Noise is the wave Modulating the structure gently Taming the fragile for some time Until it gets them strong once more Surrounded by breezr That slithers along its tail Noise dictates their dancing pace Surrounded by fury, rage and fire A grain is split by construction Dancing drunk amongst some few Pushed around till it forgets (Pushed around) (Pushed around) (Pushed around) (Pushed around) Pushed around till it detests Noise becomes much louder Slamming the color upon one's thoughts Eating the drive that takеs them further Pushed around till it dеtests Ready to change the current mesh One defies the other To gather and dissolve One becomes the other To gather and resolve
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 27, 2026