This Landscape Is Alive
Immensely Monstrously Vast Far beyond the planes of I The weight of trillion stars caught in sempiternal ice Behold the greater Presence It’s your own presence that’s questioned ...On the white shores of this motionless sea A poet died of starvation ...Yet it moves ...Yet it speaks
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
A vague procession Of colossal figures With silver arrows Poised for flight Look down through this Artificial night Stab the gloom With flaring lights Pitch black void Of (the) inviting womb Lower realms Cyclopean Drama of forms Lights! Promise of paradise Paroxysm Of geometry Precipice Crystal mounts Gleaming stalagmites Fire! From the abyss of night Hail New Athens From the hundredth floor Walls of translucent glass Two thousand twenty-eight solitudes Inhabiting dream Forever young—and dead Ghost town of the future A mineral kingdom Forever blessed—unfound The mist is fading Exposing true dimensions of this vastity Ferrissian symphony Maximum masses To fill up all this void with perfect monoliths Architecture never lies ABOUT THIS TRACK Lyrics by Les Vynogradov, Rem Koolhaas
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Tumult of frozen lust Down the Dreamstreet Sombre scions of the Four Hundred craving for The irresistible synthetic Arrangement of screens Consistent play of mirrors Impossible to discover where the substantial ceases And reflection begins Lobotomy Consecrating this automonument The monolith spares The outside world the agonies Blue sky with electric lights An artifice of moon Crossing the firmament several times Each evening Sounds of orchestra reveal Infinity of forbidden space Obelisk for a lamp Sarcophagus for a car Fabricated history Redesigned past Mistakes erased Imperfections corrected Retroactive utopia ABOUT THIS TRACK Lyrics by Les Vynogradov, Rem Koolhaas
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Observe the vestige of this splendid Chimera of perfectionists United Beauty, Magnificence, and Strangeness Behind the impenetrable walls of foliage A weird symmetry A thrilling uniformity A wizard propriety in these works Enwrapt in funereal gloom Far down in the inverted heaven The full orb of the declining sun Gush of entrancing melody, unheard Death-refined appreciation of the beautiful Miraculous extremeness of Culture Inhuman truth of Life A century of sweet oblivion A garden left to rot Excesses of the art, depleted This landscape is alive ABOUT THIS TRACK Lyrics by Les Vynogradov, Edgar Allan Poe
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026