Euphony of Contradictions
slandered by alcohol on the edge of society living with no love or hate he carries the weight of a life that had no meaning begging before the church wich is a supreme sing of faith and mercy he depends on the pity of people who believe in the real values of this decaying institution solo: lupi the inert touch of darkness impose him a foreseeable survivence his only friends are bottles and the dirtiness of the streets where hunger and cold are his fatal enemies solo: fabris/lupi discriminated he's one more profit of the human incoerence disconected by the paradox of weath and misery unconscious the best way to forget the pain the inert touch of darkness impose him a foreseeable survivence
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
in the body there's no reaction to deterioration caused by vice despaired organism seeks for reversion of a sickness in chronic probation his cells are dying by a harm he ignores hid on the inner pain grows bondless metabolic disfunction solo: fabris/lupi perceiving the harmful turns the beggar tries to reach lucidity suconscient cries out for help neither viral nor bacterial tissue's undoing internal decay metabolic disfuntion
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
piano intro: moritz searching for reparations of his mistakes the only way out was to try acceptation in a place where death is always present for people like him the way to medical cure appeared insuperable to that feeble person facing depressive visions fear takes part for all people around the end seems to come near thought's divided but pain talks louder vis medicatrix insecure solution the real sickness lives in the spirit euphony of contradictions solo: fabris "sorry, there's no place for you" solo: lupi frustration decepction loneliness death is arriving with disease's agreement when a man propose him a last chance
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
solo: fabris/ lupi/ fabris almost unattainable the valorization of a human life seems to come near that stillborn feeling is fading from that suffered soul in an ambient that doesn't look like a place where people are cured the beggar doesn't have too many options the room decorated with blood those stained walls was not exctly what he thought doubt hovers pain precipitates the decision no time to waste mental division self crucifixion new problems are coming from nothing symptoms don't justify all diseases but he's not the best person to judge it solo: lupi/ fabris/ lupi diagnostic: "jaundice dropsy hepatic cirrosis cronic case imediate internation"
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
thinking he's at his last breath he comes to terms with the doctor allowing this way the gift of his organs in the event of his death the medical team is ready maybe these are the last moments of anguish many questions are passing through his mind will this suffering finally end? a cloth soaked in ether enebriates through his nostrills breathing the smell of inconscience storm of hallucinations visions that don't pass through his eyes storm of hallucinations just noises without definition perception key is lost letargy rules the situation every inch of his body is crying out in agony solo: lupi storm of hallucinations visions that don't pass through his eyes storm of hallucinations just noises without definition solo: fabris
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
brutally bistoury rends flesh now bloody strange hands interferes in this body series of cuts revealing the rotten parts of organism now localized sick organs are quickly retired in the operation's elapse impactuous the truth emerges in the name of false help stands out against the needy solo: lupi deceived by necessity craveny extorted failed inside materially dissociated solo: fabris swooned and totally without defence he's unable to get rid of this frame-up exposed to the evil that becomes unveiled digestive, pulmonar, cardiac systems are goods eady to be consumed under a way to die a dog's death
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
all reminds of the past are reviewed in fractions of seconds an empty life of memories the link of spirit and flesh dissolved by another point of view he sees himself quartered revolt comes soon with deception for being just another victim to him doesn't matter what will be in the epitaph cause none word will act as consolation his demise decreed a scream without voice disharmonious feelings are stage of this tragedy exitus letalis solo: lupi/ fabris exitus letalos solo: lupi/ fabris
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
tombet in secrecy as every indigent does all that rests are remains of someone who lived in poverty his parts are distributed to people that didn't make anything to deserve it the price they pay is a small decrease in their banking counts profiting with his traffic exists a clandestine system that takes advantage of ingenuous people existences out of synchronism out of synchronism solo: lupi existences out of synchronism out of synchronism
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026