Alone In A World Of Wounds

Calling out without question Knowing all along life does the asking We collide our stars and leave soul sized holes In the solitude of our inner spaces To dream it all again and hold it in our hands If only I could dig for spirit Broken shards might shed some light On the depths of our time and our place within it Would I find our own kind an empty vessel To dream it all again without losing our heads The corpse road our only birthright Without our fears let us lean into suffering With all that we endure across a lifetime In spite of death, in spite of the unknown To drеam it all again burned into our hearts

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 10, 2026

The night is long as the river's wide and I cannot feel my hands The silence pulls the power from the air and I cannot clear my head You often told me that time was full of holes and souls with empty eyes In days like these their cryptic static interferes and stands in way of our dreams No I can't and I won't, no I will not watch them fade No I can't and I won't, no I will not watch them fade away How many times must we hold out our own skin like a beggar's broken teeth To myself I turn an eye, inward by and by the belly of the beast I searched but couldn't find the parts you left behind, the burden of a heavy heart Or can its presence carry light into the dark as hearts break into rain No I can't and I won't, no I will not watch them fade No I can't and I won't, no I will not watch them fade away

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 10, 2026

Here comes the break Break it all down The damage is done I feel it in my bones We'd lie on the way The way to claim us some time The water is rising We're already below Horizons undone By a scattering of suns You are a survivor I'm the empty one Petrified light Drones on in the sand The darkness is watching All our played out hands Who will take a chance And reach for our salvation Our temporal bodies Burning these cruеl words It all seems so surreal The invisible sky Free will and drеaming The spirit descends We've got to keep on digging Just keep on digging Dig a little deeper We've got to dig deep We've got to keep on digging Just keep on digging Dig a little deeper We've got to dig deep

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 10, 2026

Lie on the banks of cold and of distance Lie on the sorrow's dark shore Drift in the ether, cold is the reaping To see what the sea will reveal Let us not say our bonds are forsaken Let's just say nothing at all Words they are weary, weary as weapons Stand them down, stand them down I am at one and at war with my demons And I don't believe in sin Gods know I've tried to right my wrongdoings I have succumbed to the light Don't weigh me down with your dark matter I will arise with the dawn Petty the judge, for aren't we seeking? Aren't we all seeking ourselves?

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 10, 2026

You are not who you were The body devours the light Plague is all around us Is this a truth we have known? She handed me the poison I took it so willingly Forever ache now my bones My mind is caged, my memories fade It's the nature of loss that binds us To this rootless tree Calling down the darkness Where nothing grows and nothing shows Innocence burns down disease Before the winter takes the weak I should've shed you like an antlеr To grow anew in the glorious spring We circlе around each other Like empty wagons in the dust We will massacre the sunset What drives us this way to become We drain these sunken fields Yet still we submerge Sinking to the same old depths as always When will I seek release? Sing the rising sun Sing the shining ones Sing the rising sun Sing the shining ones

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 10, 2026

The endless welling up and drilling down To test the waters of the day What is the mood of the moon? Or the frequency of the light from the morning star on my skin Will the day be of weeping? Will the day be of teeth? Or will it be of indifference? Surging forward or lying dormant? The spinning days are the worst Well-known traps eddy my mind into the maelstrom The illusive shape of a better self Calls from the other side Will the day to be of heart Will the day to be of thought Will the day to be of eyes Will the day to be of memory Will the day to be of lungs Will the day to be of clarity Will the day to simply be

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 10, 2026

I leaned my back on an old bent pine I left my worry in a burned out star I cleansed my hands in the moss covered earth I placed my heart in a cold, grey stone Because sometimes peace of mind comes Without the fury and fire of blood Sometimes peace of mind comes Without the lightning and the flood I lick my wounds and counted my blessings I held my breath and I held myself I closed my eyes to the oncoming storm I shut my mouth and hung my hеad Because sometimеs peace of mind comes Without the fury and fire of blood Sometimes peace of mind comes Without the lightning and the flood I turned my face to the southeastern winds And felt the forced air clean my brain Of all the heart's dying trains of thought And all the lonely, old, dark roads Because sometimes peace of mind comes Without the fury and fire of blood Sometimes peace of mind comes Without the trouble that don't make no sense

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 10, 2026

High on desperation I come down to where I might have died And gather all my, all my lightning In spheres of color, the light behind the light My mind is a silver river Of no return from tomorrow's winds Blackened vultures circle over My empty thoughts, these ingrown dreams I’m standing here Feet on the ground The hunter's moon Stares me down We're standing here In the mystery Without you here Where would I be? Still life frozen echoes I hear the voices of all my wasted days We will never know what might have been But I know what will never be Holding myself hostage Proud flesh and doubt, the consequence is clear Without my roots so firmly planted A life to wander, face toward the moon I’m standing here Feet on the ground The hunter's moon Stares me down We're standing here In the mystery Without you here Where would I be? Where would I be? Where would I be? Where would I be? Where would I be? Where would I be? Where would I be? Where would I be? Where would I be? Where would I be?

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 10, 2026