A Past Unknown
Album • 2011
Come to Me all you weary, I will give you life this night. They call Me Forgiver, I AM, leaving all your past behind. You will seek and you will find when you seek with all your heart, lay down your pride, give up your life, Iâm the One who makes you whole. Come after Me, I will be your everything you need. My grace is sufficient for you, and I know the price and I paid will give you a new hope, with love I cry out for you to finally be mine. Can You take this piece of me, fill it up despite the emptiness and greed? Iâm not worthy. I will take this piece of you, fill it so youâre not alone, I love you too much I wonât let go. I AM the way to be, I AM the truth you need, no one comes to My Father except through me. Fall down, acknowledge Me that I am your King. I will breath into you, I will set you free. You will hear me, donât harden your heart, I am all you need. When I call will you hear me? Will you hear me? Come to Me, all you weary, lay down your pride, I will give you life. You will not be alone, I love you too much Iâll never let go. Will you come after Me?
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Dec 01, 2025
What does this mean to you when carelessness has caught you by the throat and your influence is drown out? Itâs time to be somebody, itâs time to stand up for the truth, stop being this coward they have made you. Whatâs the problem? Is it worth it when the crowd shuts your mouth in fear of rejection? Thatâs the problem, whatâs thought of you determines who you are. Speak up, no one tells you who you are but your Creator. They will hear walls crashing down when your words break the silence. How much do you have to hate if you donât say anything? You can never reveal true love when fear shuts you up. Calling you out to step up and see your hatred is revealed when your mouth says nothing. This is me, this is everything I donât want to be. We all see the power of silence has a never ending consequence to those perishing; I wonât be a coward for my King. Whatâs the problem? Itâs not worth it. The crowd will never shut my mouth in fear of rejection. The truth in love is too much to keep me silent. When you hear the walls crashing down donât hide behind the coward youâve become. The crowd will taunt but never drown me out.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Dec 01, 2025
Reach down, pull me out of this mess I have created. Strangled by a lie wrapped in disguise, quenching the appetite for a while. These are remains of a hurt so deep, breaking the skin revealing I am weak, my mind needs reviving. Get them out, these thoughts that kill me, I have fallen, pick me up. Sanitize this plague filled hole inside, rid my mind of the sickness that resides. I wonât be strong enough to get off the ground, I am tired, sick of the fall. My strength is weak, my struggles blister me, Iâm reaching toward the end for new strength to begin. I wonât collapse with my gaze fixed ahead. Pull me out, my dead weight drags me down. What have I done to deserve, your love, has undone, my faults. Collapsing I canât keep forcing myself to choke and bleed. Faceless, swayed by the enemy, Iâm not drugged now, try me. With my face to the ground not a word left to speak, pull me out now. This is remorse for the hardness in me, kill off the appetite, Iâll die to myself inside. I have not come this far to enslave myself to a death not far off. I have the remains that aggravate for a while, but I wonât give into the way they treat, beating the life out of me. Itâs only You who can save me, Iâm falling. My strength is weak, reach down and save me.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Dec 01, 2025
Perfect, I canât quite seem to add up to Your means of being holy. Do you still see me when I curse, backbite, try to run and hide? Say Iâm something that Iâm not, fooling everyone. Hypocrite, take it in, youâre dead before My eyes. Perfect, you faker, I see who you are, you cannot hide. Is there no sympathy? My lips are quick to speak. In selfishness I do what I want until the end. Blinded, my way I canât see, my way is right to me, in the end, my way is death. My way wretched, my way misled, taste the poison I am spoonfed. I need Your sympathy, my wretched self deserves nothing. Teach me Your ways, be my everything, You will see the death of me. My way is not what I want, body shaking, sick to the core. A hypocrite deserving of death, do you see how wretched I am? Are you like me? Are you filthy? Sin in the blood? Guilty like the rest of us? Selfish we are looking out for one, if I say Iâm blameless Iâm deceiving myself. I am wretched, I am misled, I need Your grace, will You take this from me?
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Dec 01, 2025
Smother every single warning, darkness has you turned away. Give it up, you are not your own. This is who we are, get what we deserve. How much are you hiding, you know I will find you out. Dark will not prevail inside if righteousness is bleeding out. Separate myself from all the lies in front of me. Where am I when this is all I know? Call us broken, where do we go? Weâre always searching, what is the meaning? Lost in thought, throw out whatâs right, are we what we thought, are we bought with a price? Is this not who we are? Our thoughts are waiting in the dark. Conform to what we want when inside, weâre corrupt. Will You replace me? This is what I need. I am waiting, give me something, bring me peace, inside Iâm raging, I canât get up, is this what I deserve? Wake up, we are heading for destruction. Without You, there is no meaning, without You, we are defeated, without You, helpless, abandoned. Block out our thoughts, reign in our lives, fill us with all of You. This is who we are, ruined without You.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Dec 01, 2025
Take the fall of us. Wicked and wrecked we come to a place where I canât carry on. Find me out in an instant, Your presence kills my ties to these sick misleading alibis. Here I am, a critic restored, I donât care what they say anymore. You come at me with a mouth of deceit, I serve only One who destroys and defeats you, a critic, a mouthful of sores, youâll be drug down to the nightmare you built. I wonât look back, Iâll show no remorse, your time is done misleading no more. What if we all understand our own wrong intentions? Guided by a heart that dies, whereâs the honor in our minds? Leaving a legacy to be entangled by the snare of lies you left behind, dragging reason from our minds, burn the scales off our eyes. You always take the fall for us waiting patiently to come and rescue me. You know youâre done, this battle is already won, the promises you couldnât keep left them all in deceptive defeat. Watch the chains as they burn, your demise is the cure for this curse. Iâve seen it all with a scar thatâs your work, now itâs you being left in the dark.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Dec 01, 2025
There is nothing I can ever do to make myself appear like I have it all together. Iâll watch myself crumble. Every time I try it gets harder to get it right. Good motives I have kissed goodbye to sell the product not the life. You still see me as a fallen entity, grasping what I canât attain by myself, itâs all on display. Give me a second try that I donât deserve, failing is part of my life but itâs what I choose. Do I want to make things right or get caught up in the spiral that tears my life apart? Not on my own Iâll give up every time. I am so frail, progress is hard to find. I canât remain in this state where I fall away, itâs haunting, itâs blaming, it crushes me. Can I be restored? Where I donât hurt? Where mistakes are forgotten? Given a second try to make things right? Iâm breaking down, is this my fate? You have held me up for so long but still I disappoint. Your love never fails; itâs my choice that comes between all You have planned for me. Forgive my failures; they are too much to take on, too much to swallow. I canât stand on my own, I will always fall. I canât do this alone, a never ending cycle that causes me to stumble and give up what I long for. I donât deserve to make this right, I failed, I lost, this is where we meet.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Dec 01, 2025
Have you not heard of me? False hope, false love, the silent enemy. Iâve done my best, Iâve kept you deceived. Faith still grows in more than one answer, only my God frees, my God redeems, stop honoring the dead among the living. Burn your incense down to these silent ears that hear no one. All this time your screaming makes no sound and itâs death youâve found. Whereâs the hero? Where is truth when death sets in the blood? The grave still holds the names who claimed a way, all but One. This world will burn. Whose side are you on? Show me your faith, you will get no answer. Suffocation fills your lungs when no one keeps you breathing. Show me a sign, the dead canât answer. Failure, again and again. Set yourself up for the fall with these empty words and useless rituals. Calling out to no one only silence will be heard. Your hero is no longer breathing, sound the alarm, no hope. I hear no one , you hear no one, give me an answer, where is your god now? When will confusion end? This world will burn, leave nothing left. When all the hope seems dead, Youâre the one still breathing. Their eyes will turn to You, the One who rose, the only truth, confessing with their tounges âIâm the one whoâs wrongâ Burn your incense down, no one will hear you. Whereâs the hero now, itâs death that youâve found. Death, where is your sting? You will never claim me cause the grave still holds the names who claimed a way, all but One, all but my God.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Dec 01, 2025
Iâll find my way, I wonât give in. Your words head straight for the coffin, itâs not too late to see. Weâre taught to think free. Youâre just a puppet, believing everything you can only see, when reason fails to explain the unseen, foolishness is captivating. Take your speech, you wonât fool me. The wise fail to see their wisdom is empty. Where is the wise? If the dead rise you would still hide in your futile mind, thereâs more that meets the eye. Do you see what theyâre feeding? Another number with no meaning, youâre a puppet in their eyes to take their venom to everyone. They donât care who you are, meaningless with no purpose. Is this what you want to be? Following the mold of uncertainty? Not this time. Reject their claims, you are worth everything. Blood is what was paid to ensure your existence and make you clean. Explain a soul set free, reality; theyâre the puppets, not me. I want to be something, I want to be loved, I have a purpose, I will break the mold. I will never believe I evolved with no meaning. Strings severed for the last time, your ignorance will find you out. Youâre not pulling me into your void theories cause in the end I guarantee, this isnât the end for you and me.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Dec 01, 2025
Pick yourself up off the floor, when the haters strike they tear into the soul, theyâll ask for you dead, un-alive. Open up your eyes, taste and see this life will be bitter or sweet, which one will you lead? Close the door on the answers, theyâll find you out. Reach forth some more digging deeper, donât be scared what youâll find, brace yourself and realize itâs your time to find life. This isnât the end but the beginning. Your fate revealed in time, your thoughts resist the lies, is this world worth gaining if you forfeit your soul? No, let it go, understand you missed the fall straight into oblivion where the wonderers they walk alone, a place so dark but they still see the shadows. A sought out glimpse of hope pierced the soul so low. Living in fear of reaching nothing is over now. Black stains removed from the veins stuck so deep. Washed white with life undead, this isnât the end. No, this is hope, pulled together right before you. Completely redeemed, with promise, forgiven.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Dec 01, 2025
Call me crazy, I will be the one giving you mercy. I have lived pleading My case for you, your time is running out. Take a breath, let it out, your hands have pushed Me away for so long, let Me help I am the One. I see your every move you make, digging yourself a deeper grave, stop pushing Me away. I wonât be ignored, I bled, I died for your heart, you were worth dying for. I had no regrets, I took your punishment, you were worth it. Step down, embrace Me, I will be the One healing your misery, I bled for you, My tears were shed for you, I will take your pain from you. This is My all, spent for your all, no greater love is this that I laid down my life as your one sacrifice, forgetting My death I had you in mind.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Dec 01, 2025
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