With Thorns of Glass and Petals of Grief
(<em>Instrumental</em>)<br/>
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
The dawn breaks These thoughts that dwell Night brings forth My final hell This choice This choice I made Follows me eternal Consuming my every breath Solace found in death Hours stained by the weight of heavy hearts The rain whispers of eternal embrace From death bleeds new life Summer until forever's collapse The skies lament as wrists cry Torrential storms of red mist to tend the pasturеs Buried beneath thе willow tree Off the old path In a field to the east Underneath the setting sun
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 06, 2026
Thousands of miles north she sees my eyes through The aperture of her door And I see hers reflecting off a kitchen knife A kitchen knife I feel her marrow in my bones Hundreds of pages torn from a notebook Full of words that never meant anything anyway Just like these Her halo made of broken glass from the windshield Her body shot like an arrow Into an acrylic-painted circle I use the shrapnel to chisel an epitaph Into an empty field No onе will bring flowers to an unmarked grave Shе always hated roses anyway She always hated roses anyway Silence falls over the burial site As a veil of spring rain shrouds the road She always hated roses anyway She always hated roses anyway You should have seen how beautiful you looked You should have seen how beautiful you looked You should have seen how beautiful you looked With a face full of glass shards Can you hear your guardian angel crying? I can
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 06, 2026
My arms open wide and darkness emits Radial forms all lead to one Cries in distress of the endless form A great fire to cleanse all entwinement Limbs fall lifeless to charred remains Under veil of a jet-black night Springtime will bloom new flowers With thorns of glass and petals of grief Growing amidst the April showers Picked before blossoming by an innocent thief Divinity cloaked in a robe of flies Bares no fruit worthy to consume Thе formless idol sends Clouds of fire from thе skies Her eyes of emerald green To serve as my tomb Cast me down to where the sinners dwell Lifeless vessel of an empty shell The trees sway in the autumn breeze From creaking branches, dead leaves released I long for her embrace one more time Hearts in unison and limbs entwined She pulls me under the surface Planting her roots deep inside A dagger to the heart of finality
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 06, 2026