The Plague of the Pallid Mask
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 21, 2026
The Plague of the Pallid Mask music/lyrics: D Boyd Upon the dark shores of the dreaded lake The denizens of the Nameless City have just sealed thier fate No more earthly worries Oh NO! Not for them "What did you still think to be human after betraying me?" The King in Yellow's Decree The Plague...The Plague...The Plague of the Pallid Mask "Never shall you remove these masks you've placed upon you By this mark you shall be known... THE DECEIVERS OF THE KING IN YELLOW" But some did not believe, and refused this cross to bear And one by one thier masks fell down to the ground... And Now... The Plague...The Plague...The Plague of the Pallid Mask Behold, as thier skin begins to rip Something new coming through Human flesh lies tattered and limp What remains, standing there in thier place My God, mere words cannot say A Horror my mind cannot convey! In the most exquisite pain forever they will remain No shadow of what they used to be Just a Shambling Insanity Noxious appendages reaching down as they pick thier former faces from the ground A new mask to wear This sign they'll always bear The King in Yellow's Decree The Plague...The Plague...The Plague of the Pallid Mask
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 21, 2026
Behold the god of great blasphemy The ancient one of black prophecies His name is known within the tome of the shepherds son: THE NECRONOMICON Messenger of the Gods Crawling Chaos alive From Egypt he rose, three thousand years ago In the form of a pharaoh: a being from beyond And leaving their homes, the people would follow him to Beyond the dunes: to the oasis of doom And once, Atop Kadath he waits For the dreamer whose dreams the gods will take Ia Nyarlathotep Ia Ia Ia Ia He is the one: the thing in the moonlight Spreading their disease throughout eternity Cant you see... Nyarlathotep!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 21, 2026
THE HICKMAN CEMETERY HORROR Music/Lyrics: D Boyd Deep down within the sleepy hills, there is a place A Cemetery, where the dead shall never rest Nothing there remains...but ancient graves No corpse has been set within the ground... for countless ages And the legends of the locals say At night something lurkes between the monuments of death and decay Down at Hickman Cemetery The last caretaker, old man Hickman He has said he regrets the day he locked the gates and stopped puttinig bodies into the earth For closing the graveyard brought upon them the worst Because the things the locals see Live beneath the tombs, in catacombs they reside Wasting away, starving deep inside, emaciated ghouls, slowly they die Then one night they came, while close across the street old man Hickmans daughter in bed fast asleep She did not hear them As the window opened Frenzied from starvation Not upon the dead with they eat But the supple flesh of the living will be thier feast The very next morning Hickman found what remained Human teeth and bones And a trail of blood...leading to the graves What the search party found they kept locked away Deep within the ground Safe and sound, as long as THEY feed So the townsfold reopened the Cemetery
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 21, 2026
The Ghost of Yib'Ishnagarib Music/Lyrics: D Boyd Upon a hill of standing stones Najin he sits cold, wet, alone This perilous path has worn him thin But he'll see it to the end Haunting him, the things he did And the Ghost of Yib'Ishnagarib To find the cure he has sacrificed his life Since the day the wasting sickness took his son and wife He must find the one who appeared with the healing hand And force him to understand Remembering what the stranger said In the city of Yib'Ishnagarib Leave the dead be, save the living This hand shall never touch the other side As it drifts through the sands of time Onward, past the regions dark and cold Beyond the wastelands of old For the love of his wife and of his son He'll demand from the healer Their resurrection
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 21, 2026
THE INITIATE MUSIC AND LYRICS BY : D BOYD Candles burning low as the initiate stands alone Calling out names of old, to ancient gods he doesnt know before the threshold to another world of the unknown Great blasphemer believes he holds the key He cannot see the truth Too blinded by youth He opens the blackened book Removes the nail and hook Spills his blood upon the floor to constitute the ritual In the dark he stands alone And to the beast he speaks... Come to me...Idimmu Come to me, I know that you are there Dancing round, the circle on the ground drawn in blood Dark souls whisper in his ear Come with us, there is no fear And as he signs the book in blood he dies The light leaves his body, a blackened shell remains He falls to his knees, he feels the dark energy Pulsating in his veins, the blood of the wicked remains "I am reborn...I am the blood" The blind one, he cannot see He doesnt know what he has done He has lost it all His good is gone In the darkness he found life And it cost him the light
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 21, 2026
From perfect Angles music/lyrics: D Boyd Here they come, the hellish beasts from "outside" Screaming for your soul, the Hounds of Tindalos From perfect angles they arise to devour all of our lives Tearing between, the vail of light and of the unseen Twisted howling, the last thing you'll hear at thier coming Never follow the straight and narrow Stay within the curves, and in the lines that bend beyond the Earth From perfect angles they arise From the spaces unknown to time From the cosmic gulfs of night Here they come, the hellish beasts from "outside" Screaming for your soul, the Hounds of Tindalos
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 21, 2026
Chocolate Shoggoth Shake music/lyrics: D Boyd July 1955, It's so hot, unbearable record highs Only one place to go Time for a frosty treat from Eskimo Joe's People come from all around for the best in town You cant resist it, Tastes so fine, Flavors so divine But the special of the house, The Chocolate Shake Oh, it's to die for When you come to the store, Joe greets you at the door With a toothy grin and eyes that speak of sin Cause in the blender... The dark syrup is the key, the thing that makes them come to him The masses know it's what they crave The shake he offers everyday Chocolate Shoggoth Shake Back at home and in the cellar something hidden deep within there he has the ancient dweller, harnassed now a slave for him And he chops it into bits and feeds it to his patrons pieces of the shoggoth in the pit Little do the people know, what they eat consumes their soul Ingesting this concoction, gestating evil's got them Months pass, winter decends, soon to come to fruition Deep down underground in vaulted tombs of night The servant calls in his blasphemous rite "Ia! Awaken now! My children return to your home! Vacate your human vessels and emerge into this world!" A sudden pain grips all the town Screaming they all fall to the ground Black ooze choking, their throats are bloating their bodies, the young are eating Crawling, vomiting, through every opening the things are coming Lifeless shell left behind, as they swarm across the countryside Slithering through the night, black shapes of ancient might twisting in strange contortions, countless eyes and sensing organs Searching for a way back home, for the door to the vault below To heed their masters call "Teka-li-li!", they go! Back at home and in the darkness somewhere hidden deep within there are pits of ancient dwellers, harnessed they are slaves of Him. And Joe, will sleep for countless years Until the time is right again for the breeding of the shoggoths to begin.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 21, 2026
As I descend into the dark I can hear the evil Wyrm calling me from below Deep in the pit, writhing serpent of the ancient race, the Maskim with no face I see the lier in wait, ready to seal my fate But I move on, further down another hall Lead by the sound of singing in this underground temple Inverted Babel, Kingdom of the Damned Gate to the forbidden lands But I'm falling into the chamber of Silence... As the cold floor meets my back The sirens of Eternal Black begin to surround me Singing so loudley As I begin to cover my bleeding ears The songs of forgotten years are now bringing me to tears Unlocking my fears I must get up to escape I must get up...I MUST GET UP I must get up despite the pain to run....Again! Will I ever see the light of day again Roaming through the catacombs I think I'm nearing the end... But NO!!! More moving shadows reaching for my soul They will never let me go But I am still standing here...all alone Voices from behind say..."time to go" So I run again!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 21, 2026
A young man makes a journey Into the depths of unkown realms Down ageless stairs he'll go Into the bowels of the ground There he'll pass the gate Where ten thousand more steps await The steps shall lead the way The path he takes goes... Into the Danks Abyss Drowning in the darkness In the gloom from beyond time Something is breeding in this blasphemous shrine Somewhere in the shadows hidden Unholy abominations But further doors await, make haste...deeper... Into the Danks Abyss Confused carvings, Angles wrong Glowing icor on the walls Nothing makes sense, still descending Never ending, Twisted halls Time will cease to be, all things will change, No more reality The abyss will open wide and vomit forth the unseen Never to return, No escape From the pit, this is it... Into the Dank Abyss
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 21, 2026
WINDWALKER music and lyrics: D.Boyd Windwalker...Windwalker Upon the icy winds of Hyperborea Amid endless gulfs of stygian seas... The Ancient God he walks there... Upon the voids ether breath Ia! Ia! Ithaqua! Atop his icy temple, gazing into the stars Waiting for the time that mankind is abandoned by God Eternally bound but yet he's free to roam the icy plains at will: trapped within the cold Oh...Wendigo Dont look to the sky Cast your gaze away from his star-like carmine eyes, a glance will seal your fate Oh...the ancients will unite And the stars will align And from...from sunken Rlyeh Cthulhu will rise! Windwalker...Windwalker...Windwalker Ia! Ia! Ithaqua!!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 21, 2026