Spirits in the Still Woods
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
We haven't time your kingdom has fallen your peasants have died your castles in ruins dragons fly polluting the sky with darkness and noise and light the end is nigh watered topsoil starving the root system of the evergreen shading the land we call our home chant the chants of the pale lady as leaves adrift in fall all flutter and they fall blue black sage and legs of swallow each day is the same playing with evil torturing sane lost to lust succumbed to pain to pain dark litany through lycanthropy our lady of silver answer me cracking at the base of the trunks that brought your branches to the canopy to catch the rain and the roots still grasp at the legs of the citadel wrathful incantations spoken behind closed doors surrender your harvest to the blight upon your door and return once more to the forest across the moor seek solitude from the echoes of the war one elf one whore and a whole lot more as we hoist them up in chains burn her before the congregation return her wrathful incantation to her onyx tongue burn her before the congregation return her wrathful incantation to her onyx tongue
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026