A Gaze Blank and Pitiless as the Sun
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You were always dearest to me Your silvery eyes and divine skin Paved the streets in the palace of my dreams The feast is in the hall Take my hand and walk with me I'll make you shine like jewerly Carved from scorched flesh Beneath arched vaults of ancient masonry Cloaked in red silk over black garments We lavish our bodies with wine Our voices joined in chants of euphoria As we dine to the bellowing of the brazen bull
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
I feel the menace flowing towards me in repeated nightmares Like bloodstreams gushing through ghastly hallways This surreal environment torches the imagination And there is no way of knowing what is real and what will scorch you The mind is a machinery that molds the deep internal compartments that hold your sanity Where branches grow high and roots gros deep All that which has branched of this state of mind Is decadent, putrid and alive I lose no opportunity in subverting construction of bonds I lower myself to a safer ground, where the seasons cannot change anything around me My skin is tanslucent you can follow my veins through flesh And see those crooked bones fracture by a soft spoken word I might never see me again I hold smashed mirrors up to my face, wrench yokes around my neck I read sermons of devils in pouring pain, quench my thirst for venomous wine Mourish the ground with black stones, they all weigh down Where nothing grows nothing dies, where nothing dies nothing lives Minos sparkle, thoughts scintillate Piercing through beauty, awestruck God is found here, raving mad by his creation I like to touch the air, to feel the ground, shackled to a stone I see sparkles of light all around, the mindset is warped In every phosphorous ray a truth lies, ravenous black predators A searing pain with no end, devourers of reasoning Minos sparkle, thoughts scintillate Piercing through beauty, awestruck God is found here, raving mad by his creation
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
You stand tall, watching the crowd, which hails you You marvel at the great reception as they call out your name Loyal supports vow their allegiance in awe The deafening echo roars the sky like thunder You stand in a circle and hold your speech You are admired and feared Enemies and allies kept close They are fearful and jealous The new masterplan of yours Enrolled in blood, written in betrayal Another scheme steps into the fray As an explosion of stab wounds I have memories of patricide Of human torches enlightening an amazed crowd Of grim riddles of matricide A succession of thronerooms inhabited by mortal gods Fathers and wild beasts So proud and alike so vengeful and diverse Your blood runs thick through the tiles Assassination by conspiracy Tall by stance while watching your hands Holding the ruin of an empire Knowledge passed on from ancestor to successor Changing nothing in the process You have followed the path of your ancestors We are with you or against you
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
A broken figure, chained to the wall Awakes to the sound of footdteps ascending the stairs She walks up the stairs with heavy keys in hand And unlocks the door to that sombre chamber The bones she breaks The skin she peels The flesh she stitches together Is my humble creation A cadaver once came back to life A screeching lump of flesh With eyes wired shut And entrails suspended from the ceiling I hold the strings that guide her hand And the words that mock sheer, sheer suffering And as a broken body, staggers away From the hammers I hold in my hand I laugh uncontrollably at the poor bastard He lies in the corner under cadavers of former brothers And I start pounding away at bludgeoned flesh I never grow tired of the pleading The pain is real, as is all true art
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
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Illusion and reality entwine as days stretch forever I royal through an existence of inescapable decadence All paths lack direction And something vile stirs the ground that I walk on Your stature and dreams are repulsive And to be a part of this is my most loathed sickness What feeds my hate is the screaming of those from below I opened the gates and murdered my innocence To follow the flight of thoughts in my dreams Here lies the image which haunts me In these dreams where consequence forms the mural That breathes nightmares A panorama unfolds as the ground cracks open And subterranean halls are exposed to the light : A sea of workers that toil restlessly below the surface Embedded in steam, vomiting from exhaustion
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Crashed beside the trainwrecks in cold heaps of rubble Here lie the strange foundations of a home that once was mine Immersed in wild growth, the known shapes are distant My roots are submerged un dead soil, cut off like debris of a bygone time The pains are immense, growing in strength In glimpses some light penetrates the cracks of a shattered half living body Sheeted in cloth, alone, night is a long time, the weight on eyelids unbearable Some said their prayers and some sat so still The light penetrates the cracks here might leave this place at any time Clothed in silk, alone and gone, cold skin Bright light forces its way through the mist The rays increase with the descendance of slowing heartbeats The silence becomes a doorway to infinity Row from shore to shore, through stormy waves we fare Guided by a shadowed figure in ropes No facial features remain but the reflection of silvery coins as eyes One hundred days and nights in this wretched sea surrounded by cold dead hands Row, on the river, we fear the unknown A figure watches with maniacal laughter Fear as we arrive to uncovered land I watch demons shout out curses from the hillside on another shore darker than this And as I turn my back to the sea I can only move forward, leaving behind all memories I feel a strange sensation of burdens suddeny lifted As if I left my body there on the beach resting forever While vultures in unison dive in for their prey A ship sets a sail of fire, faring its way slowly but steady towards the horizon The circling pit of birds become one as an arrow in the sky
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026