The Crimson Sacrament
At the night their voices speak to me Words of woe in ancient tongue Dead eyes stare with freezing glance Unlocked is the shrine to dimensions lost The source of life divides and yet gets multiplied Into spheres made of gold With crystal steps and walls of glass unseen by man Through a passage devouring yet renewing itself constantly A crack in the circle of beginning and the end Astral transmitters stream particles in a moment without time The channeled waters of life reversed Overflown with the essence of the dead Brought back into life by death itself Grotesque visions of perfect black Revealed and reflected by eyes Which hold death deep within
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Limbs formed grotesquely, bend over and over Wounds reopened, cuts that go deeper than flesh Dripping with the purest of all blood Poisoning the soil beneath For all seeds shall perish where this blood flows Never bleeding in vain, but of joy Preparing the way before his face For the great moment of his coming is at hand When the time has come, then his eyes will again glow With the light they carry within The twisted shape formed into an abhorrent constellation To pillars carrying the temple and what lies amidst Where in deep wounds the ember still dreams To be reborn into the fire of aeons The shrine still keeps the secret The core, rotten tot he very inner Cut off from the bloodline, but still pulsation in awe A rigid sculpture in struggle with it's wounds A soul eternally devoted A dismal image from beyond Carrying the light of set
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
7 prayers 7 holy sins 7 rites 7 to fulfill his will The light in the eyes fades and then dies Yet revealing things In an uttermost state of clarity Supplicating to exist But not to be seen A thousand halos lead the way Into a night built of dreams The redemption of dying fulfilled The riddle of flesh dissolved The mortal temper forever lost Despised and rotting flesh The befouled These are the fruits Spawned by the womb Of the mother of mothers For there shall be light again The purest the radiant of all In it shall be all and everything Transcendency The one of austerity The splenderous majesty of hope 7 prayers 7 holy sins 7 rites 7 to fulfill his will
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
The dagger of steel slits through the night The gleaming blade reflects in the shine of the moon Thirteen candles around the altar of stone Consecrating light to the flesh which is doomed Several slashes by a loving hand And the releasing, last stab into the heart of the child Spell possessed, conjuring the dead The dying flesh now bleeds the essence Dripping warm into a chalice of gold Ceremonial steps in the communion of doom Deform his shape, abduct his soul Lift the cup, drink the life, brand the flesh with the ritual sign Spill the blood on the triangle and open the gate for the dead to return Cast the firstborn into the furnace and let the carcass return to dust Despicable flesh, consumed by the flames Amidst the reek of the blistering remains spirits lift and rise Restless spectres congregate in joy and dance around the fire Brought back to life by a wicked rite Evoked from the cursed lands Reaching higher from plane to plane Across all of the seven they burst and ascend From the innermost core to the crust they penetrate In the most demented state of ecstasy they swirl
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Those who look into the torrent of the self Will walk the levels to Henosis Unchanged silhouettes float horizontal and vertical Fading and materializing at the same moment Grotesque deformed faces Their eyes are stars Dead yet glowing with his light! Glowing sigils are carved into them Figures run into walls in a room without end They never began and will never end In death they found new life again They are born and die in endless circles The eternal cycle The alpha and omega The radiance of the first and the last Before my astral form manifests the throne of god The universe is split to the floor In the center of all rises the eye Surrounded by rays of purest light It sevenfolds in the divinity of aeons The final path opens, five points lead the way to the holiest of shrines One gate at last! On the pinnacle I stand, beneath and above all! The flame of the west shines Devouring yet creating! The cycle ends! Arise omega arise!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Hosanna! Blessed is the one who Comes in the name of the Lord! A descendant of thy grace I am Spreading the most heinous cancer upon man For flesh and blood are not meant to dwell In thy eternal kingdom divine Prayers onto thee, o Lord! Prayers onto thy omnipresent royalty! Praise upon the burden thou giveth onto me! Making me kneel in fervour In the epitome of agony and pain For I am at thy feet and I flourish again In blind devotion I adore thee and thy name I admire thee in word and in deed And it shall come the time that Death shall be in me Thou shalt have great faith and I will be with thee And go before thy face, the Lord hath spoken! Hosanna! Blessed is the one who Comes in the name of the Lord! A descendant of thy grace I am Spreading the most heinous cancer upon man For flesh and blood are not meant to dwell In thy eternal kingdom divine Hosanna! Blessed by thy name Blessed be thy name o great death!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Splendorous, scarlet essence Gifted with the key to forsake life Purity imprisoned behind the frail walls of flesh The rebellious serpent underneath the skin Bursting with force From the trails and the channels Free from the chains of mortality To become our wine, for well shall never feel drought again Roam free, borderless and limitless For restrictions are not existent for you Crawl from my human ruins Reveal your prophecy unto my eyes And speak with the voice of a God Splendorous scarlet divinity Exalted over the decline of man Your purity manifests in everflowing streams To become our bread, for we shall never feel hungry again Roam free, borderless and limitless For restrictions are not existent for you Crawl from my human ruins Reveal your prophecy unto my eyes And speak with the voice of blood
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Collapsed into an unconscious state Wrapped in vacuum like transparency Separated from the bonds of existence Forms and figures pass by Shapeless they are Their whispers turns into shattering screams Voices howling from all directions Bemoaning their loss in total despair Forever drifting away Continuously fading in lifeless bliss Soaked into the restless maelstrom of the cold void To begin their eternal odyssey Upon the shores of solitude
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026