Exalted Being
Exalted Pain Igniting My spirit, manified I rise above the chaos of being undefined Today I seek enlightenment To see beyond these walls For now I sense the calling Of wisdom beyond my life Exalted the ascetic will rise above Exalting I shall shape it A power that knows no limits My soul now discorporeal My will in astral bliss Destroy this mortal shell I purge myself of weakness Exploding from within I shed my human skin Exalted eternal I shall reign And the depths of my rebirth shall be the Heavens of your earth As I rise the worlds recoil The heavens crying of my life undying The lifeforce is repleted then the frenzy is repeated Leaving wounds, that bleed purity Forevermore Reborn I am the essence My being immortalized I ride the winds of Chaos forever magnified Lord of light and sound in eternal recreation Realizing exalted forms, to destroy the norm And rise above (your polluted life)
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Sterilize eternal plain You are engulfed and then dissolved It is a curse that you inherit To synthesize your nightmares And fall prey to your unconscious Structures cannot contain the pressure Tensions test the seams of the inferno The beliefs you build around you begin to burn Now the flesh is dripping As the skies wax grey The clouds bring to us poison rain The ground will burn in May Sanctify infernal flames They devour then expand It is a myth that you inherit To crucify your saviours Then fall prey to their salvation Mankind is compelled by the fires Their hatred reaches gripping You collapse to your desires Yes the heat is stripping As the skies wax grey The clouds bring to us poison rain The ground will burn in May None stand to sing of the pain imprisoned forever in stone Blessing eternity with flame Prothmetheus stands alone Twisting turning churning The cauldrons beneath the earth are burning Now the flesh is dripping Yes the heat it strips me of myself Your "saviours" immortal in stone Prothmetheus stands Your nightmares entombed in stone Prothmetheus stands alone Alone The ground it burns today The skies reflect the grey It is the endless May
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026