Nethermost / Vin de Mia Trix Split
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In the aftermath of storm Dimmed red lights slowly fade Anger succumbs to sorrow Pain dulls into despair Ashes of great fires Layer drained soil Shadows haunt the ruins Of my former world Flesh scarred and cut Bones crushed and mended From tortures severe A colossus ascended Soak my wounds in acid For they no longer hurt Set my skin ablaze And I won't feel the burns Denying the hatred Oblivious to pain Solemnly walks on lashed by leaden drops of the rain
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
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...That night I crawled back Into the womb To see again Your dreams in black & white ...To meet your demons The raven The worm The dog I descended Circle by circle I danced with shadows And sang with the dumb I drank the black nectar of life and joy I ate the white salt of truth ...This morning I look at the snow The cerement of the world is blinding white Crows' silhouettes above paint black Across the dirty milky canvas of the sky The triumph of the moment The coldness of its splendour Give meaning to the hollow Turn mourning into mirth Let the bliss reign Today is the festival Will you ever have another chance To revel at your own funeral? Shout and scream Pour the rivers of wine Sing the hymns and dirges, all at once For it's your last time... ... Our answers lie beneath the snowy shroud The warmth of breath won't melt away the ice Only the sun will, burning the eyes Boiling the blood, tearing off the flesh To the white bone To the black stone So sweet of them To let this tragedy persist To play the ancient drama Of setting us face to face With ourselves The worm The dog The raven We grope our way in the dark Where even snow seems black We seek for purport In the desert Where only wind can speak Thus, endless is our wandering, For what we long for is the end ...Crows' silhouettes paint black Across the canvas of the sky The symbols they evoke Are yet to be deciphered
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026