A Celebration of Guilt

As the reasons came and went, and swept across The face of my innocence, I was lost. To know your face, and your true shade To feel your lips, and to be bade To praise the night, to praise my unknown faith Must I sure find a way? To infest the wound Inside the wound, that draws me near And cries my name, and feeds my presence I am here! I long for one piece with I cry for my peace is in you Inside the wound I hope to find The essence and presence of you Inside the wound I wish to learn The art of fucking you After the reasons came and went, and swept across The face of my innocence, I was lost Inside the wound, that draws me near And cries my name, and feeds my presence I am here! To know your face, and your true shade To feel the lips, and to be bade To know your face, and your true shade To hide in here, in this place I long for one piece with I cry for my peace is in you

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

And it came again, like tears for a long lost friend Tears that find their rest Amidst words too sordid to comprehend And it came bearing gifts Of pain, frankincense, and her None had a home here, none but the pain Feel the fervor growing but the hate is stronger My heart was whole with you But the pain was mine, come twisted flowers Come blistered soul, torturing disdain And the wholeness that is only found in you Feel the fervor growing but the hate is stronger My heart was whole with you But the pain was mine And it came bearing gifts Of pain, frankincense, and her None had a home here, none but the pain And it left once, alone amidst my words I stood Uninviting of its presence, this time it's left for good Feel the fervor growing but the hate is stronger My heart was whole with you But the pain was mine, come twisted flowers Come blistered soul, torturing disdain And the wholeness that is only found in you Feel the fervor growing but the hate is stronger My heart was whole with you But the pain was mine And when it's gone forever, a better hand is dealt And when it's left forever, I then can find myself

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Seven whispers silent On scathing winds the seven whistlers tune Seven cries, blinded eyes Bade the choke on the night Beneath the stare of a cold and blood-dimmed moon Alaster, avenging one Guide my path Live in me, exist to be The festering wounds upon the savior's wrists Calculating the murderous plot for the dozen to fall The seven shall sleep forever Unhallowed graves left unmarked Five soon to join them And with their blood anoint them Evident the feebleness of dog Seven whispers silent On scathing winds the seven whistlers tune Seven cries, blinded eyes Bade the choke on the night Beneath the stare of a cold and blood-dimmed moon Alaster, avenging one Guide my path Live in me, exist to be The festering wounds upon the savior's wrists Calculating the murderous plot for the dozen to fall

All hail! The phrase of tainted prose The etchings that cover the rose Well of thought of you, must surely be denied For impure are the arts That are painted in your eyes Tonight, our lies shall be known, my faithless one Tonight, our lies shall be known And I'll await my heart's return Resting in the shadow of a tomb For a presence ever lost In the presence of forever:

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

Stained by the wine A celebration guilt in ordinary time Profaneness enshrine, the abode of the blessed Abode of the blessed And we shall be the bearers Of the untainted darkness That descends for all time Let Mary sleep forever Sordid dreams, she must be bound Once faithful followers scream "Set Barabbas free!" The chilling chants of the carcass choir Rosaries inverted and strung upon the razor wire Scream out, and proudly wear the mark We, the bearers of the untainted dark So stain the cloth forever Sordid dreams of lust be bound Commence the ceremony For at dusk we shall worship depraved

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

I am the one, the fallen bastard son I'll step inside you, I feel your lips And seize your flesh, to penetrate the wound And your screams shall be dreams Of the graceless one's rebirth Forever I have lost the way To the flesh that was mine today I left my trace I left my mark Carnal ways to recreate the heart Feel the pain and we know And the pain we are cursed with child To be with me, is to be left I step away now, I'll leave your lips And withered flesh, no more inside the wound A badge of lust and wrong decisions The cold hands of a cursed religion A false idol to praise and worship And coax these hellish times To cut and paint my sins, a shade of purest white To play the role of god, and recreate a life I am the one, the fallen bastard son I'll step inside you, I fell your lips And seize your flesh tonight A false idol to worship And coax these hellish times To play the role of god, and recreate a life A badge of lust and wrong decisions The cold hands of a cursed religion To cut and paint my sins A shade of purest white, I paint my sins in white! Forever I have lost the way To the flesh that was mine today I left my trace I left my mark Carnal ways to recreate the heart Feel the pain and we know And with the pain we are cursed with child

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

Sensations, curse me and my ways Force-feed me blind on empty days Today, my faith was lost again A grave was dug to mourn its loss And in this grave I keep my friends Loneliness, impure urges And the pain that only I can bring A mouthful of dust and guilt A season of haste and wilt And to this day I'll search for you To nurse and clean My mouthful of dust and guilt Come forever Come blindness Come bringing forth The pain of logic and reason That hides in here And for my dreams I'll pay dearly Forfeit my rights to see clearly Your flaws, my flaws In all of our ways

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

Engulfed within somnolence Submerged within chimera In isolation I wander To the place of my sepulcher The beauty of oblivion Obstructing my path Elegant yet perverse To follow that before me So blindly I durst Visions of all I desire came These gifts I could obtain The penalty for such treasure In your world I could not remain By temptation weakened Like flowers beneath the frost Fantasy was mine to live I realized not my loss Anon it was ended Anon it had begun I awaken after every dusk Never revealed is the sun Now in perpetual somnolence In immortal isolation I wander Submerged in chimera To the place of my sepulcher To the fulfilled I am cursed To the deprived blessed Elegant yet perverse Shall I find my rest?

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

I'm so sorry to hear of your bitter loss I know my words can only offer but so much comfort for you Just know that I am here to ease your lonely feelings To fill this time of grieving and remind you it's your fault It's your fault for not caring It's your fault for not knowing that he'd try again And again, these words can only offer But so much comfort for you (Now here's where I should say that "he's in a better place" but on the day he died, I could have sworn) There came the strangest sound It was as if the whole of heaven came crumbling Fucking down! His last words shall shine in truthfulness - "I hate you all!", scattered with his ashes upon your guilt. I'm sure you must have done all that was in your power To prevent this event from occurring Just remember, I feel that it is entirely your fault But again, these words can only offer But so much comfort for you.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

Why do I look to you? To redeem and fulfill To starve and deprive The whole of my will Yet I look to you One way to bring it down Listen, for my words are my way Yet I look to you Why do I look to you? In the wake of the turning hour To hold and sip Upon all that has soured Yet I look to you One way to bring it down Listen, for my words are my way

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

As the moon creeps forth to pierce the clouds And it's lights embraced by a single howl This graveyard dream was brought to life With the breath of jealous winds Shackled, bound, torched by the light A thousand angels torn from flight Longing for heaven's dark cursed With I to guide the Cain-drawn hearse This hate within its eyes, for a faith that often lies From tears of mourning cries be torn The beast is born wholly of night Anticipation of the madness to come Lowly angel flesh undone Longing for heaven's dark curse With I to guide the Cain-drawn hearse A wielder of sickness marching on A flame in the name of the blackest dawn Hear my call, your fate my curse shall befall And a scream was thrown into the night A bloody shade to stain pure white Of the dark dreams and lifeless eyes Shall be un-divine And a scream was thrown into the night A bloody shade to stain pure white And the one crawls nearer to their cries To feast the beast born wholly of night Shackled, bound, torched by the light A thousand angels torn from flight Longing for heaven's dark cursed With I to guide the Cain-drawn hearse This hate within its eyes, for a faith that often lies From tears of mourning cries be torn The beast is born wholly of night A wielder of sickness marching on A flame in the name of the blackest dawn Hear my call, your fate my curse shall befall

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025