Fragments of Solace
It started with a blast Crushed the ornaments of obsession The extinction was vast To extend the centuries of depression Drowned in dusk some souls would live The art of sickness was their gift Floating through the gates ahead Becoming one with the cycling threat Survive as portrayed entity The decent path parts humanity Disputed territory Individual mandatory It continued with a storm Weed out the weak and useless forms What was left was forced to live Centuries brought up a hidden myth Once was loud is reborn deaf No more words but mouths like gates Disputed territory Individual mandatory The end is altering the past Disputed territory Decisions, contracts will not last To change the flow you must be blind To all the suns which make you shine Disputed territory Drowning inside purgatory
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
What is, left is Lost for years Eternal fire beyond imagination No escape to hide from suffocation The ghosts of fire evoke abomination The early arrival was a sign Awaken carnage from the depths For years reality was declined Unstoppable forces led to death Progenitor, desecrator Progenitor, terminator Amid the unfolding chaos front Warnings unheard and crushed The blinded ones are on their thrones Their armies sacrificed without chance Progenitor of the blaze Desecrator without blade Contamination of the soul Human flesh in the trade for coal Progenitor, desecrator Amid the unfolding chaos front Warnings unheard and crushed The sun was captured in a cage A glory monument of hope is lost Earth stood still When soul were crying The elements of life are dying The progenitor is still speaking While wings of death are bleeding
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Known before born in this world A life announced for prayers Once the first day has come The choice of silence is gone Blessings through all portals For the one who is wandering the earth Long before the first steps are done They are singing the songs of progress From far beyond the child is famous For being human without bonds The swarm of harmless information The gods advice is called calibration A life of past for everyone No secrets can be undone A life of present sufferings No way to hide inside the slings Reckless Souls – Fragments of Solace Reckless Souls – Fragments of Solace Delete a life that has been made All glorious tales have been told Fragments of solace will be shared Reckless Souls What was shared cannot be gone Collectors of memories are working fast The flame of fame is their reward The swarm of harmless information The gods advice is called calibration Reckless Souls Alter their future from the past Determine the life with sparks Fragments of Solace A life that is living in the dark Will not shine on the creator´s art
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Oppressive days for centuries Dreamless nights of scorching frights A race condemned to obey Their masters of their stolen sons No place for faith in the last era No space to hide and pray No space to hide and pray To speak in dreams is a forgotten skill Their master’s language is in bills To speak in dreams is a forgotten skill Their master’s language is in bills What is slumbering is not dead Their chain around them is just a threat To know who they are is feeding their hope Where they came from and their father´s oath Stars, waves and the winds are allies again To spread the words of lies and pain Sound the alarm, see signals crawling The call of ancient testimonies Without a spear that has been thrown But with eyes of blazing tears The call has been heard by all the stolen Awaken dreams of what was once Read their books still cast in stone Their fathers stories marked their words Awaken are the sisters token The token of a broken peace What is slumbering is not dead Their chain around them was made of human flesh To free their souls from fangs like screams The masters’ daughters looked inside their dreams Scars and wounds are still omnipresent Sons and fathers are united in dreams Where forever starts was in someone’s hands Someone like you who understands The masters’ voice is still around Demanding with inhuman sounds The past is present and for future paths Only with dreamers forever starts
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
And there are signs of life to see The mountains falling on their knees To praise the lord of spite Without disguise The facts are fabulous The truth ambushed and trapped All moral is gone - Towards the sun Towards the sun Towards the sun Rise to the circles above Higher duties to fulfill the oath The few are powerful Compulsory cruel All questions are gone - Towards the sun Impulse for new growth The eerie sleep it was The silent plan went well No enemies from hell No voices in the sky A lie is not a lie All precautions are done - Towards the sun The one who is above The mountains are his throne No wings can’t get him higher Unfilled desire No freedom for the one - Towards the sun Towards the sun Towards the sun
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Their bodies fall apart Common sense dissolved fast Hunger for control Expired lifetime is the goal Obligation of the blessed To put their minds to rest To eat the soul machine Hatred hell within Ornaments of the forgotten Ceremony of the rotten Flesh Rotten Flesh, rotten flesh, rotten flesh ceremony of the rotten rotten flesh, rotten flesh Eradication of life on earth An ancient ritual gave birth New life forms are tremendous Holy sickness instead surrender Vortex of the innocents Without minds the end begins Rotten souls without a light The ceremony stays alive Ornaments of the forgotten Ceremony of the rotten The only salvation for the rotten Separate the flesh from the token Once the curse has been broken Ornaments are crushed and stolen Flesh Endless resources to create ornaments Rotten souls the ceremony never ends
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The hunt is over, no more order the perfect soul is trapped The lab is prepared, their tools are set, excitement everywhere Last checks are done what will they find a cure, a proof, a link The answer is quite simple they are after scientific analytic thrills Just sanitized scalpels are out the first cut is a joy Slice by slice by someone else, addictive hands accord Separate thoughts from emotions this soul has much to give Now it’s the time to celebrate they got what they hoped to find No cure, no proof and no link but satisfaction of scientific minds scientific minds
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026