Asleep in the Arms of Suicide
(<em>Instrumental</em>)<br/>
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Out of Forest Slide the Serpent<br/> Followed by all the creatures murderous<br/> Into the Sleeping Village<br/> Into the the homes of the Cursed<br/> To fulfill the ordinance<br/> O, Fount of Pity Flow<br/> with the crimson dreams, crushed<br/> Like the throat of a babe in cradle<br/> Breathing Softly<br/> Between the jaws of the Silent wolf<br/> And as the teeth tear and rend<br/> OI, The Purity!<br/> Rainfall give rise to maggots<br/> With ambition high<br/> To squirm in filth and prsoper<br/> And reborn be as flies<br/> And when the sun is risen<br/> And the blood coagulate and stench grow strong<br/> Attracted are the multi-eyed in swarms<br/> Where wander the waxen willows Weaving webs of witchery, wailing<br/> Clutching their lifeless infants to them<br/> Where the Ghosts of Misery manifest<br/> And tear themselves to shreds<br/> Every second, Everyday<br/> Eternal<br/> A cyclonic culmination of sorrows<br/> Unsung
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Use the Blade<br/> Join the Congregation<br/> Made whole bu the falling Scythe of Death<br/> Spill the blood thineself<br/> So may our numbers grow<br/> <br/> Bridges over rushing scarlet streams<br/> Parting flesh to wend its way<br/> Bones left to stand as proof<br/> of the Reaper's Fucking triumph!!!<br/> <br/> Use the Blade<br/> Partake in the Festival<br/> Cross the threshold, bathe in the waters<br/> A vessel full of holes<br/> Sinking into its own substance<br/> <br/> The Reaper turns face toward sky<br/> And even the stars shudder and scream<br/> At the Revelation<br/> Of their own Diseased Mortality<br/> Running low as flood waters rise
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)<br/>
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Threads of cognizance<br/> Weave this rope<br/> Creaking as the aching limbs<br/> of skyward reaching dying forests<br/> Yearning for a release from the ruined earth<br/> Cycle sweeps around the coils of the noose<br/> Read my age within its rings<br/> Is there any life left to suffer?<br/> Or shall we soon be free<br/> To float painlessly towards towering empty space<br/> No sick heart to keep the time<br/> An barely keep alive<br/> This is now truth<br/> And all<br/> Here I sit with misery<br/> Tying knots and plotting my own destruction<br/> Sculpting the landscape<br/> Building cast cities<br/> Only to burn it down at the threat of dawn<br/> Satan lives within my heart<br/> Yearning for release from a ruined earth<br/> Cycle sweeps around the coils of the noose<br/> To exceed the flesh and deteriorating bone<br/> The ornaments of Kings<br/> As the last Become
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Somewhere we lost you<br/> In darkness deep as the grave<br/> Though we searched, it seemed<br/> You did not wish to be saved<br/> But when you keep the company of ghosts<br/> And shaved thin the soul<br/> Tears shalt be the soil<br/> To fill this self dug hole<br/> <br/> Somewhere you left us<br/> And fell into aught<br/> Rubbing all in the wake<br/> Of the dreams that you sought<br/> Now we all are mere ghosts<br/> Damned now to haunt<br/> This sad, lonely word<br/> Where no longer you walk<br/> <br/> The Reaper turns face toward sky<br/> And even the stars shudder and scream<br/> At the revelation<br/> Of their own Diseased Mortality<br/> Running low as flood waters rise
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Bone Scrapes 'gainst Bone<br/> Sweltering come-tide mummifies the Holy Land<br/> Paradise miles buried under sand<br/> Are the Old Gods only Sleeping or have the forgotten<br/> Are we bu the Dreams of Drunken Ghosts fleeing sanity,<br/> Are we to call Them to sand all be Devoured, or are we to slit our own wrists?<br/> Our Bleeding of the Host - The Deflowering of Eve<br/> Spewing Lav, like semen, Stagnant waters moulder<br/> Stinking pools of Exhaustion<br/> Rotten Sack of childhood baptized in shallow Murk<br/> Infecting all of God's children, whence in soul forever<br/> Crippled shadows lurk . . . the sun, a rotten Yolk.<br/> Have I not reached toward Heaven and been held back<br/> By the very arms that gave me "Life?"<br/> The Horizon frowns as humans can once again hear<br/> The weeping of angels<br/> There, decent begin anew . . . re-envisioning the fall<br/> How can there be a day other than this?<br/> This is Fucking Depression!!!<br/> A New Hell, in the Bowels of the Earth,<br/> From Ancient Stone Hewn<br/> A time other than Now?<br/> A Reek upon the Western Wind<br/> Flu-like Symptoms, The Expanding North<br/> Creeping Ice shelve Shroud<br/> Eastward Quake progression, Southbound staggering<br/> Cunt Reared Skyward<br/> Glistening in the Star Haze<br/> Lusting to fornicate the Divine Menstruation<br/> The Phallus in Engorged<br/> EDEN<br/> All points of the Compass Fold
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)<br/>
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Upon the False Awakening<br/> I stand in Despair<br/> Try again endurethe Hours of the Day<br/> Yet here are remnants<br/> Lime moss decays the bark<br/> Slowly, with patience and intentn<br/> Inversions of the patterns<br/> A simple twist of the stone<br/> Broings binding luminance cascading in streams<br/> Pulled by gangrenous thread-bare cord<br/> Tarnished silver, by rodents gnawed<br/> Back into my wakened being<br/> Scarred and Weary of Self<br/> I my own wall till to construct<br/> And a door now where none stood<br/> To none seen<br/> <br/> Living cells breathing the Celestial Light<br/> Forced in to being, Hidden from Human Sight<br/> Above, the sphere descends<br/> Unto my right hand is bestowed the corporeal key<br/> Into my left hand, open, is placed the Blade<br/> And the Unending sigh in choir<br/> As the Cord is severed<br/> A Soul Eternal<br/> To inhabit the aether always<br/> And tend the gardens of vast, empty Black<br/> Through magic black<br/> May this wall stand<br/> And this door to others remain Unseen<br/> Swallow the Drug<br/> Sorrow ascends and claims the throne<br/> There is a Hell we have isolated<br/> These streets so uncared for<br/> And uncaring<br/> Still morning arrives, unwelcome<br/> And yet I dream<br/> And I dream of fire
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026