Cauldron
where time is left behind music fills my ears voices siege my mind dances the lonely dance (loop to loop to loop to loop) follow the feeling the echoes of ghosts do you sense a spirit gravitate... ...haunting you? nest in you now... ...infecting your mind recognition of recollection the shadowed space shines we are their reflection it is an honor to lead the attack to tread the path of demons and watch from this tower the arrows seek your life fire in their faces fires its own light but spectral life erodes existence waning host closed down mutant thoughts they crown this noose ending another burst your abortion lurks
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
trance induction messenger of spirit lightning flash here is black see black wings if you tread the path of demons will you paint this whole forest with blood? most are vain mortals they fade to nothingness so let the sun remain then behind me faces three, joined at the crown right between white and gold left as those from whence the Nile folds red at front, war and sorcery blood and flesh and nourishing meat as our living is in these reflections as white rainbow or black dontso for these are threshold forms lightning flash and black winds made... of me...
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
it's a symbol of death of death and drowning and a symbol of fire a blaze besiege it tremendous symbol of rebirth so the soul can be transformed silver images of gods and goddesses ancient acts of sacrifice and destruction clues to origin in hallucination sensations of burning now salute! this symbol of death death and drowning and symbol of fire a blaze besiege it forever symbols of death of death and drowning this symbol of fire thy blaze bequeath thee so calm the people make them fall in love now strip them whip them turn them into killers the reason it's ancient and the world is just the same smearing chemical cramps and contortions say the words you're doing it! commune with the spirits the dark art the power of plants bringeth away dead children
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
attendant mills track barrack foundations butchers hill bones from the infant mystery isolation and heavier irons strict silence enforced solitary cells or the stone wall cellar door beneath the floor all light extinguished simply absorbed carve the shutters fastened by chains to the wall solitary cells now store rooms hopelessness hang herself gave birth to a child baptized later dead within a few days now might he find peace... hanged after being blinded seventy-seven n seven Jerusalemn speed committed lunatic asylum your successor house throughout full of bugs as we now know take shape through the foundations
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
ea... cursed is the ground for you spun forth thorns and thistles by the sweat of your face until you return to the ground for dust you are and to dust you will deceive the world it exists - bind upon it ea... serpent teach the truth forth from Eden weakened flesh from dirt dust of the ground to till the land breathe the breath of a universal sorrow and a universal joke holy beyond utterance glints unutterable evil in bloody pits of evolution swim the genes of Isis
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
The first skeleton valley sequence from the similar specimen build a mountain of corpses build it to the sky I will build it upon these skeletons and you! you will never shell this empire abyss! it is the fallout itself go search the dust if you want proof look at the defeated drowning in the blood severed heads of state their cities must burn side by side graceful and agile tools and weapons changing climates the first skeleton valley sequence from the similar specimen...
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
a suicidal pulse death has us here life fucking lost a battle of attrition let the curse approach learn to live the curse drowning... in failures and misery let the curse approach learn to live the curse live to curse the day that reminds me life is but a thread a leash at which you strain a stalk on which ambition blooms and withered mortal words and deeds are merely lust and greed appetite for war! dragged forth by the horns cattle die, and kindred die you know what'll never die? the glory of death! and the great dead!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026