Lyrids: Warning From the Reign of the Untold
Glory and Triumph will soon come And may the light shine on the newborn Iron Heart Sons of a King The dawn will bow at his sight He will bring honour to his lodge Lord of an empire that will come By his heart We'll conquer the seven hills He'll be the king Lord Of the Empire Of The Crimson Fields Crimson Fields A woman clasps a empty corpse Made of the flesh that she called "son" Killed by Savages Commanded by King Rapists of their Lands All the tears that bathe the corpse Turn into a Sickness to the lodge The Curse is cast And it holds the seven hills No more a king No more an Empire of the Crimson Fields Crimson Fields In our last hours Fear is our king We are all Doomed No more dawn we'll see Death is near And we walk on his land
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Trapped Here For so many years Linkless chains enslave my mind Like a dream Shadows fed By illusions and weak beliefs Human beings in slow decay Reassured by their own chains Rit: 'Cause Mankind lives Into the Cave Mankind lives Into the Cave But now that I'm free My mind is Clear I've killed illusion and murdered the dream With golden eyes I see life I will give eyesight to the blind But they will not follow me You will not follow me Rit: 'Cause Mankind lives Into the Cave Mankind lives Into the Cave
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026