Old Hatred
Despotic Rule... To mask what they don' t have the strenght to face To be held in this pool of nothing With no purpose and no impact That life is our grave That life cannot remain Licking the last drop Fighting unhelped by any wind Under the mask of democracy... I feel my torment so Increase Even the strongest of men would be unable to bear this pain They all seem the same to me... A dehidrated tear of life Boundless lust for power, blindness I know I'll die, I fight a futile war
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Ascending from the ice caves The mighty darkness calls my name Gazing through the storm of frost I gather strenght to slay you all I am the beast of oldish times Created by the elder gods That rulled my mighty times Called by darkness, by sin I march and march toward you christian scum To purge you like you purged my sons Marching back to my cold lair The smell of flash reminds me back Gazing through the lake of blood My quest has ended and I killed you all By my eyes, my strenght I condemn your soul to burn in hell By my hand, my rage I bring your sons eternal end
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
A black strange child is coming from the cold caves I read the minds of his enemies ...Sons of a superior race They will burn in the cold black hole of the night Martyrs of the holy crusade... Anaesthetized by the shame A black strange child is marching unharmed Called shadow's rebel... ...A new age revealed A dark threatening king will disinfest the earth ...Will change the age of discreation in a barbaric age of desecration Another king Born in the shadows reign Massacred elergy and now the inner domain Martyrs of the holy crusade Anaesthetized by the shame Massacred elergy and now the inner domain
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The emerald sky has stretched Over the planet of maddened shadows The horizon is the frontier of two worlds Is difficult to cross it today The mist wirled into a column Under the greying tired sky On the gloomy horizon of the cell No hope of star's shining The years have closed tight shut In the abyss of terrible distances The flamelets of desire hace died This abyss and the constellations of arms ...Interwine... ...And the mists of parting will melt I came to the shore To the foot of a great mountain I'ts stones are as hard as a rock How I should spend my nights ...Beside the lake with you
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Evilness disguises itself The more I think the less I want to know The corners of blended pasts uninformed to their futures Pre - Programmed entrapped soul Ephemeral slimy fluids, we're nothing but germs We all lie to ourselves, in ignorance we're condemned to die I need a knife to cut me free... Artificial hope implanted A made up story to present the rules we should live by Adrenaline boils in crushing my skull Plunging into the vortex of darkness divine Resting bones are held apart... fluid flow from reminds... I must retain my inner thoughts never left them away No, I'm not the one I used to be I try to mortify the feelings To destroy the memories But something remains... the was inside me
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Night sky and hot fire Witness our marriage, our rite of rebirth It's a song from the deep of the heart... don' t ever look back Following the song ever inward The candle in my soul, begins to sear through fire But in my mirror's perversion, in my hand of making and destroying ...It's a labyrinth It burns in me still... I am entraced made helpless in my deadly moth's fascination With the flames that beckons to me Demanding a lover's firey union It burns in me still... The beauty of a dark room set by jewels of candle-fire The candlelight burns itself into my eyes Showing me the elegant dance I see my soul in the twisting hall Only echoes of her on my head The hands of a priestess or deity dead memories All I see is a dead leaf folling slowly through winter wind
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Om those cruel and hostile shores Found no kindly welcome here ...And no temple bearing witness to the worship of the gods Your eyes were never yet let it to see Is there no means but than a sin-sick land Arriving here is what you are destined for Your fist of joy is but a dish of pain These are the shores of night And the road is marked with blood People will take what they have been given Both ill and good, and neither good nor ill A young etheral figure wings across the hills... ...The deepest woods and darkest scrubs from the soil rises at our feets Exteme silentness, down to a sunless sea With walls and towers was girdled round ...And silent answers crept across the stars In those caves of ice, and all who heard should see them there Silver hoarfrost cloaks the ground And mists of shadow fill the air Burren trees brush the sky And unsilent spirit silent stare Here at the beginning of the world serpent The waves throwing themselves at the shore Raking the shore with long wailing fingernails ...That stream in moon-darkness
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026