Kukulcan
Fate, you ROTATING WHEEL, striking down both Beggar and Thief Step away for the time being, and let the punishment begin No fear of DEATH when you hit GROUND And all alone in the DARKNESS of a new Life(Lie) Where the 4 HORSEMEN AwAiT This is the last Ride, from now on you must crawl Don't mess around at the last STOP, and give what you've got to show Pack your bags and go, I'm coming after YOU And I'll destroy your beliefs like you did to me Well here he comes, A RESILIENT motherf%$^/^ Always wanted to test your faith in this three-ringed CIRCUS of PAIN Somebody said: "You've hit the ground" Another said:"...And you're ALWAYS a step behind" NOW they're GONNA HEAR THIS: This is the Last War The RAPIST now must GO They've HEAPED up GOLD in the End of DAYS To make a name of their OWN Practiced the ART of War, avenged 10,000 fold On through the EYE of the STORM and across the GLOBE (SOLO) Vengeance from above, listen to these words, Death ad Doom Pull out Falling through the toils of Foreign Sands And cast forward, into the circles of HELL No return, expected FRAGMENTATION No return, expected Confrontation(CONDEMNATION)of SELF No return, expected CONFRONTATION, NO return Enacting the CULT OF WAR Avenged 10,000-fold, on through the EYE Of the Storm Captured The Flag of War, FOREVERMORE Forevermore, Forevermore.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Felt the Deluge of Fire rise Their descending ARROWS would strike a Martyr’s hide Better to MARCH IN straight through their LINES While the flight of the Valkyries closes the NIGHT (Chorus) The Fools didn’t fall from the Sky Take notice we’re NONE of their kind False Prophets who took their ADVICE At the turn of the UNENDING TIDE The TIDE Arise in the Great Aeon of TWILIGHT I have emerged EVANGELICAL from Darkened TIMES Their descending armies would NEVER find Their way through an ARMOR unweathered by FIRE Since BIBLICAL TIMES (Chorus 2) The Fools didn’t know where to STRIKE Be careful we’re NOT of their KIND Like TITANS who stood on the HEIGHTS For the clash of the COALESCING TIMES And the journey goes on and on With NO signs left to see them coming And no WARNING that shall be given Raise a SANDSTORM And aim LOW Hovering low behind enemy lines On CRIMSON WINGS comes the MERCURIAL BRIDE With GRYPHON’S EYES and TALONS that tear through the NIGHT Shooting LIGHTNING and blazing from SIDE to SIDE (Chorus 3) Arise in the Great AEON of TWILIGHT I have emerged EVANGELICAL from Darkened Times Their Descending ARMIES could NEVER find Their way through an ARMOR unweathered by TIME And protected by HEAVENLY FIRE Forever protected by HEAVENLY FIRE
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Well there’s many a SLIP between a tongue and a LIP An unhinged promise that borders on the EDGE of your LIFE Forever surrounded by the IGNORANT BASTARDS Who make NEW WARS out of the PAST (Chorus) Revolution I’ve heard that WORD before Resolution Let it burn on and on Let other MEN live their SCATTERED LIVES Set sail for the UNDERGROUND, the Caves of the MIND Where the SERPENT Writhes and SHINES in the SUN And the Battle RAGES ON, and ON (Chorus) Revolution I’ve heard that word before Resolution Let it burn FOREVERMORE (Solo) (Chorus -Repeat) Some were Burned at the STAKE for less but I won’t give IN Never been SCARRED by the CLAWS of INFAMY And you can write this on your EPITATH when you go NO battle’s EVER fought for a LOST CAUSE They just keep SPITTING out BULLETS and LIES aimed to DECEIVE They’re ALL far out of REACH from me And you can take this down with you to your GRAVE when you DIE No battle’s EVER fought for the LAST TIME (Chorus – Repeat) Dragged the LAST SNAKE right out of its CAGE An unsuspecting WORLD has met a new FOE It won’t be the VIRUS that will kill us all But the LIES that we tell to those who are CLOSE Those who are CLOSE
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
It CAN’T end, can’t end, can’t end like this I’ve proved myself more than once Before the CRUEL Dictator began To Spread the VIOLENT SERMON Gotta beat the dEVIL at his own GAME Because the time is right There’ll be no end until they’re DEAD Down in the grave or where THEY STAND Sometimes they call me devil’s SON Case of MISTAKEN identity Grim day in store for ALL the DAMNED In SPITE of ALL the Warnings The rise of the OPPRESSOR In the RESURRECTION Temple (H. to J. & B) I’ve proved myself more than ONCE Before the UNBELIEVER Drove SPIKES into my EYES Right IN BETWEEN my EYESIGHT Before they’re DEAD Before they’re DEAD (Chorus) BURNED, all, that remained I’ve burned, ALL, that STOOD in the WAY Burned, ALL, that REMAINED Burned, ALL, BURIED what remained Let’s GO Gotta BEAT the devil at his OWN GAME Because the TIME is RIGHT I’ve proved myself before THIS Statute of LADY LUCK No SIGHT needed to SEE the TRUTH I FEEL it GROW INSIDE FALSE prophet CUTS the GORDIAN NET Society’s Decider DESPITE the VIOLENT Sermon of HATE Despite the VENOM’S PRESSURE WE have become the DRAGON WE have become THE REBEL
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Better AIRLIFT everybody out, NOW From a CULTURE tainted with the ACTS of TYRANTS Send in the BLACK unmarked HELICOPTERS This was NEVER the EAGLE but a Vulture With a CARCASS hanging DOWN No use waiting for the RAPTURE Must PERPETUATE the BATTLE for ASYLUM POINTLESS sending in the TROOPS, you KNOW the COUNT Every ENDLESS DAY repeated TWICE, on empty ROUNDS And the CHAMBER spun the SHELLS of memories PULVERIZED by the sound of the DEAD from UNHALLOWED GROUND SOMEONE is coming to tie up LOOSE ENDS When the HEAD will finally conjoin with the TAIL The grip TIGHTENS and the EARTH Shakes With the passing of the DAYS every BULLET Has a TARGET and a FINGER pointing DOWN To an UNNAMED GRAVE (Chorus) Airlift everybody OUT From the Blood-Drenched Sands of Babylon There are NO MORE ROUNDS No use waiting to BE RAPTURED AIRLIFT everyone NOW When DEATH is the ONLY SOUND Coming UP from UNHALLOWED GROUND This was NEVER the EAGLE but a VULTURE PLUNGING down into the MOUTH of the LION Better AIRLIFT everybody out Cultures STAINED by a BLURRED PAST And DICTATORS who will ALWAYS RIDE The Solution to an UNSOLVED Crime Airlift everybody NOW There are NO MORE ROUNDS No SIGN of the RAPTURE PLUNGE DOWN and pierce the Mighty DRAGON like a VULTURE With a Carcass Hanging DOWN Seven ROOT RACES who could NEVER live in PEACE Eternally SEPARATED by an Endless SEA of GREED Without the compromising DEALS we’re bound to REST in PIECES THEIR Political Speeches coming from a MILLION FACES Have ALL become BLURRY to ME They have ALL become BLURRY to ME Can’t eliminate their WEAPONRY Under the SHADOW of a HANGING TREE Looms, Hovers a CLOUD of GRIM OMENS Signalling the Coming of the Prince of DARKNESS Who will ANSWER the Call of the SEVENTH TRUMPET? So you KNOW we never learned how to be FREE NEVER together, may we REST in PEACE Without the COMPROMISES and the DEALS? THERE is NO WAY to Punish WAR CRIMINALS Must SUPPORT every act on the path of RESISTANCE Ain’t NO use waiting for the RAPTURE To PULL you OUT The human SPIRIT is TOO Fallible That’s ALL It’s had ENOUGH of more WARS, and WOES NO use waiting to be LAID to REST Just a WHISPER, from DEATH and her COLD Embrace Come INSIDE, In COLD embrace
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
A STATE of Repossession I’ve felt this WAY before Ran through the “Contributions” Of POWERFUL men I FEEL completely POSSESSED, too many DOTS to connect Have things ALWAYS been the SAME since the WORLD BEGAN? Just completely POSSESSED, NO Paradise to INVENT On the DAY that REPOSSESSION Began Not asking for the WORLD Never asked for a LOT in RETURN Or a MIRACLE to happen at all Ain’t asking for a LAW Just to make it through the GODDAMN dawn Complete that final MISSION And head back through the Curse of the UNBORN, before THEY BLOT the SUN The ONLY CONTRIBUTION, to a world we’ve left to BURN A State of ABSOLUTION, noone being more DESERVING Complete the final MISSION, before they take CONTROL Not asking for the WORLD Or a MIRACLE to happen at ALL To complete that final MISSION And to make it through the GODDAMN WAR Not asking for the WORLD Just to head BACK to the FRONT Get this of this POSSESSION, Salvage my OWN CREATION Ran through THEIR “Contributions,” and NONE of them will DO A State of RECOGNITION that EVERYTHING will CHANGE HAIL to the new FOUNDATIONS Of a SELF-GOVERNING State A Self-Governing STATE Not asking for the WORLD Or a miracle to happen at ALL Give back what you STOLE To complete the final MISSION Never asked for as lot in RETURN Or a MIRACLE to happen at ALL To COMPLETE the final MISSION And to make IT THROUGH THE goddamn war No Kingship, DICTATORSHIP, Tyranny, FALSE democracy achieved this AIM YOUR elite of “Intellectuals” FAILED FAILED, they have FAILED THEY have ALL Failed FAILED They have FAILED ALL of them FAILED THEY have ALL FAILED THEY HAVE FAILED Failed.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Enwrapped in the PUREST Catharsis Where NO man will tread the DARKNESS Became the SOUL of the AFTERMATH To reach the ULTIMATE apex No Conquistador will PLUNDER this OATH Watch the CLOCK turn, the COUNTER reads a FOUR- DIGIT CODE Split INTERLOCKING worlds, MOVE threads into the WORMHOLE And watch the CLOCK TURN, moving STONES into a STRONGHOLD The STELE reveals the SIGNAL code, setting GRIDS and turning TIME-ZONES Climbing THIRTEEN steps like the god KUKULCAN To reach the TOP of the Ziggurat, WILL the FEATHERED SERPENT land? To RESURRECT the bones from these SANDS And ALTER the course of human EVENTS? Read the digit CODE, moving stones into a STRONGHOLD Split INTERWEAVING worlds, move THREADS into the WORMHOLE And watch the CLOCK turn, setting GRIDS and turning TIME-ZONES Align with the WORM-HOLE The SECRET of the MAYAN CODE, the SPLIT between the WORLDS Shine LIGHT into the BLACK HOLE Felt the PULSE and heard the DRUM of the thirteenth BAKTUN And the FOOTSTEPS of KUKULCAN climbing to the top of the ZIGGURAT Expiring in DREAMTIME, NONE worthy of the RAPTURE The end of THIRTEEN cycles, and the coming BLACK HOLE Exempt from human CHAOS, to take you BACK HOME Kicked out of what REMAINS of this PARADISIAC prison-cell Departed this UNGRATEFUL EDEN roaming the Cosmos With CHRONOS setting GRIDS and TIME-ZONES and turning CLOCKS The STAIRWAY had been BURNING for too damn LONG Forever dwelling in the HOUSES of the HOLIEST of ALL Suffice, this ERA of DEMISE Had taken too much TIME, expiring in DREAMTIME Still waiting to ALIGN with the center of the RAM And the DEAF will lead the BLIND down ALLEYS lit by FUNERAL pyres (and Body Bag SMILES) No CONQUISTADOR could PLUNDER This OATH Reveal the signal CODE, and watch the counter TURN Align with the WORMHOLE, the SECRET of the Mayan code Split interweaving worlds Shine LIGHT into the BLACK HOLE The SECRET of the MAYAN Code Split INTERLOCKING worlds SHINE light into the BLACK HOLE Now
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
(PT. I: The Siege/ Laying Down the Ramparts) 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 10 Slaughtering the BEAST before it feeds On the MADNESS of the WORLD Forever standing on your GRAVE The HEAD of the SNAKE And everyone is getting KILLED Noone wins on this BATTLEFIELD Slaughtering the BEAST (PT II.: Destroying the Dragon with Magickal Runes of War) Unfertile GROUND, no final VOW An ancient GRAVE where man once BOWED Nothing LEARNED, let the PEACE or the Cavalry IN Slaughtering the Beast Nothing learned A worthless EFFORT Keep searching the SOUL Open WIDE We’re STILL standing TALL Above the SERPENT HOWL Let it DIE, Let it DIE.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
You’d have thought it was OVER for that wretched ORDER Tampered with the EVIDENCE of an elite DOUBLECROSS Superior in MAGNITUDE, a web full of SOULS We’d slip through their HANDS, and walked that road of SKULLS Prepare to DIE, you F*à%d up this TIME A Waste of TIME, where your body DIED Prepared to DIE, no prayers in SIGHT Ain’t no REPRISE at the hour of DEMISE Shape-shifters and MASTERS of subtle DISGUISE (We) can SEE through your WALL and FORTRESS of LIES That bound us in VAIN, to society’s CHAIN Defenders of the FAITH until the F****%g END Until the F****%g END Prepared to DIE, you F****d up this time Ain’t no reprise, the hour of DEMISE Crusader of TIME in the LINE of SIGHT No question of MIND, prepared to DIE Fifth-columnist in their MIDST, to propagate new IDEAS A Respirator for SOCIETY, on the BRINK of passing OUT OUT Tormented by the devil’s SEED, a last attempt to make things RIGHT Look through the BARREL of GUNPOWDER where your future LIES Taste the BLOOD and DIE Always tempted by the devil’s HAND a last ATTEMPT to make things FAIR Look through the BARREL at your BROTHER where YOUR future STANDS Cut your HEART and DIE Anticipating the IMMINENT RAPTURE, Usurper in the DEVIL’S CAVERN Who LIT that BARREL of GUNPOWDER Don’t WASTE your F****%g TIME Cut your HEART and DIE FUCKING DIE Repent in time, a SYSTEM that DIED Ain’t NO reprise, at the hour of DEMISE Crusader of TIME, in the LINE of SIGHT No QUESTION of MIND PREPARED to DIE (The end of the LINE).
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026