Rotten Magick
Listen, to the call from the earth The Mother, asks you to prove your worth Deep within the chasm The nightmares they wait Inside the Cauldron Wraiths devour their prey Awakened power, put to it’s test Inner self reflected, in the shadowed depths Gallu, perverse manipulation of Ki Gallu, manifestations beyond time Inner self - reflected Personification of fears Behold the the ruby knife Thirsting for glorious crimson Cut, their throat Kill for the Gallu Listen, to the call from the void Evil, does not question your worth Deep within the chasm The horrors they wait Inside the Cauldron You devour your prey Kill for the Gallu Kill for the Gallu Kill for the Gallu Kill for the Gallu
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
FIRES BURN IN THE NAME OF REBELLION PRIESTS DRESSED IN WHITE ROBES BURN THE BODIES TO BE BORN OF MAGIC AND KILLED BY THE DIVINE WITCH-HUNTERS BREATH IN ASHES OF THEIR PREY A LONE WIZARD ESCAPES, ON A SKELETAL DRAGON CARRYING A MESSAGE TO THE LAST REFUGE MAGIC COULD DIE THIS DAY, ARROWS FLY FROM THE HUNTERS FELLING THE WINGED BEAST BLOODY ROBES THE WIZARD STRUGGLES INCANTATIONS SPOKEN FROM DRY LIPS RIPPLING MAGNIFICATIONS OF TIME ERUPT FROM HIS FINGERTIPS CRIMSON WAVES, THE FABRIC OF INFINITY RIPS THE PURSUIT OF THE MESSENGER STOPS HERE DEEP WITHIN THE FOREST THE MESSAGE IS RECEIVED AMBER-HUED FORCE FIELDS ARE RAISED MAGIC-BORN BEGIN THEIR ETERNAL SLEEP
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
EARTH SHAKEN BY HIS ROARS GILGAMESH SEEKS HIS PRIZE SLAY THE FOUL BEAST AND RETURN WITH FLESH OF CEDAR SHAMASH, THE SETTING SUN GRANTS PROTECTION AND BRAVERY AS GILGAMESH & ENKIDU STORM THE CEDAR GATE THE DWELLING OF GODS HUMBABA, GUARDIAN OF THE FOREST SHALL KILL TO PROTECT HIS WOOD THE SKIES OPENED INTO A BLACK ABYSS HUMBABA - DEATH RAINED UPON THEM LIKE FOG SHAMASH CONJURES THE WINDS DISABLING THE MIGHTY GUARDIAN ENKIDU PLEADS TO SPARE THE GOD ENKIDU PLEADS TO SPARE THE GOD THE SWORD OF GILGAMESH SHARPER THAN HUMBABA’S TONGUE LIES AND EMPTY PROMISES GRANT HIM A TOMB AT THE HEROES FEET WITH THE CEDAR FELLED AND HUMBABA BEHEADED THE TWO RETURN TO URUK VALOR PROVEN, BUT A GRAVE OFFENSE THE WRATH OF THE GODS SHALL NOW BE RELEASED
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
UTTERING INCANTATIONS AWAKENING LONG DEAD MAGICK WITHIN CELESTIAL STONES BROKEN FROM TIMES FABRIC THE CRIMSON SAGE SEVERED HIS BOND WITH KI AFTER MEDIATION FOR AN AGE NEW REALIZATION, HE CANNOT DIE SHADOWS AND CREATURES BEND TO HIS WILL THE CORRUPTION OF NATURE DARK WIZARDS, READY TO KILL THE SORCERER OF RED DEATH ROTTING MAGICK UNBEARABLE STENCH HORRORS MANIFESTING FROM DIMENSIONS BEYOND
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
A GREAT HOST IS SCREAMING OVER THE SNOW NEAR-HUMAN CHANTS OF CHAOS AND WOE THE KELMAIN HORDE FROTHS AT THE BIT TO DEMONIC CREEDS SENT FROM THE PIT WHAT PRIDE MOVES THEE AND ALL THY GUILE OH SORCERER OF HWARMGAAL OF FLESH IT RISES BY FLESH IT DIES NOW HEAR THY DOOM IN THE HAWK'S CRIES PINIONS OF BRASS, OF SILVER AND GOLD SWEEP OVER THE LANDS THAT ORDER HOLDS AND EVEN THE CRUEL BLOOD OF MELNIBONÉ WILL CURDLE AT WHAT BEFALLS THIS DAY THE PINK MASS RISES AROUND THE FIELD CONSUMING ALL WHO WILL NOT YIELD ONE BY ONE THEY ALL SHALL FALL THE NOOSE OF FLESH CONSUMES YOU ALL THE NOOSE OF FLESH CONSUMES YOU ALL
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
SNOWS DANCE TO THE PRIMORDIAL RHYTHM OF THE WOODS SPRITES SING IN HUSHED TONES UPON THEIR ICEY THRONES I WANDER THIS DESOLATION LOST IN THIS CACOPHONOUS WINTER ENTRANCED BY THE REALM OF FROST I DESCEND EVER DEEPER BEFORE ME A CASTLE OF OBSIDIAN STONE FROM DEEP BENEATH SPIRES HAVE GROWN ARMIES OF ALABASTER AND CRIMSON GUARD THESE MIGHTY GATES I DO NOT HEED THE WARNING AND DESCEND EVER DEEPER LOST IN THE REALM OF FROST LOST IN THE REALM OF FROST SPRITES OF ICE-BORN BEAUTY SING IN MELODIES THAT ECHO IN MY HEAD ICEY CLAWS FROM DEEP BENEATH, BREAK THROUGH AND GRAB HOLD CRIMSON SPRAYS ON WHITE, AS MY BLOOD MIXES WITH SNOW I AWAKEN IN AN AMBER-LIT CAVERN MOUNDS OF SNOW AROUND ME BEGIN TO SHIVER AND CHANGE THEY TAKE THE SHAPE OF ENCHANTRESSES SCULPTED OF THE PUREST ICE THEY BEGIN THEIR SACRED TASK TO DEVOUR THE FLESH SO THAT I MAY BE REBORN AS A HERALD OF THE SHIMMERING SNOW TO BE FOREVER LOST IN THE REALM OF FROST TO BE FOREVER LOST IN THE REALM OF FROST SNOWS DANCE TO THE PRIMORDIAL RHYTHM OF THE WOODS SPRITES SING IN HUSHED TONES, UPON THEIR ICEY THRONES I AM THIS DESOLATION, I AM THIS CACOPHONOUS WINTER
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
LABYRINTHINE, SERPENTINE MAZE BENEATH THE ARID STREETS VERMIN WRITHE IN THE BARROWS WAITING FOR THEIR NEXT FEAST MASSES OF SQUIRMING FILTH CLOTHE THE RAT GOD ONCE HUMAN, BUT NEVER AGAIN UPON HIS HEAD, A SKULL CRAFTED OF CARRION IT IS TIME ABOVE AT THE RAT ALTAR HE AWAITS FOR RAVENGARD’S OFFER BLOOD TO QUENCH HIS ARMIES THIRST FLESH TO SATE THEIR HUNGER THE RATS DANCE AT RAVENGARD WARRIORS OF THE CITY GUARD DROP THE BODY OF A WANDERER AT THE RATGOD’S ALTAR IN AGONY HE ACCEPTS HIS FATE RESTRAINED AND GAGGED, THE OFFERING THRASHES AT THE SQUIRMING MASS, OF RAVENOUS RATS AT THE SQUIRMING MASS, THEY DEVOUR HIM GNAWING FLESH THEN BONE, THE BEATING HEART SOON STOPS TWILIGHT FALLS AND MOONLIGHT REFLECTS OFF OF THE SEA OF VOLCANIC RED SANDS SLOWLY THE RAT GOD APPROACHES THE DEVOURED CORPSE HE LICKS IT CLEAN OF ANY REMNANT
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
ATOP MOUNTAINS UNSEEN, THEIR PEAKS CLOAKED IN TWILIGHT AMONG CAVERNS AND TOMBS, CHANTING SPELLS OF MIDNIGHT LOST IN THE DEPTHS, AN INTOXICATING SLEEP MAGIC-BORN ELDERS GROWING EVER WEAK THERE MUST BE, A REBIRTH THE WORLD REBORN THERE MUST BE A REBIRTH THE WORLD REBORN WITHIN A HOLLOWED OAKEN THRONE COLORS BURST INTO A SPECTRUMS UNKNOWN HIDDEN FOR CENTURIES, THE INCUBATING EGG HATCHES AT LAST FROM IT A NEWBORN DRAGON A RIPPLE OF MAGIC ACROSS THE FABRIC OF TIME SENDS WAKING WAVES TO THE SLEEPING ONES MINDS NOW THEY MARCH TO DRAGONS THRONE WITH A DRINK FROM THE EGG, AN ELIXIR RESTORES THESE ONCE WITHERED BONES THE DRAGONRIDERS ASCEND TO RECLAIM WHAT WAS LOST THE RETURN OF THE WIZARD TO RECLAIM WHAT WAS LOST THE RETURN OF THE WARRIOR ATOP MOUNTAINS UNSEEN, THEIR PEAKS CLOAKED IN TWILIGHT AMONG CAVERNS AND TOMBS, CHANTING SPELLS OF MIDNIGHT LOST IN THE DEPTHS, AN INTOXICATING SLEEP MAGIC-BORN ELDERS BEGIN TO WAKE
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026