In Partibus Infidelium

"Infidel defilers...<br/> They shall all drown in lakes of blood...<br/> Now they will know, why they are afraid<br/> Of the dark. Now they will learn<br/> Why they fear the night..."<br/> <br/> Gather round children of mine, your pilgrimage soon ends<br/> I know concerns of your hearts, I will release you from pains<br/> <br/> Offspring of doom you are, creations of Set<br/> The gleam in his burning eye is your enemies dread<br/> <br/> Say a word and we kneel<br/> Our flesh is stronger than steel<br/> You are the hand, we are the sword<br/> We are your children, command us, oh Lord<br/> <br/> Your masters and leaders, corruptors and liars<br/> Fang of the serpent will pierce their defiance<br/> <br/> You are the deluge embracing the earth, disciples of doom<br/> Fear not the darkness, paradise is waiting for you!<br/> <br/> Say a word and we kneel<br/> Our flesh is stronger than steel<br/> You are the hand, we are the sword<br/> We are your children, command us, oh Lord

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026

"Of all the pulpits from which human voice is<br/> Ever sent forth, there is none from which it<br/> Reaches so far as from the grave"<br/> <br/> The sun was rising solemn<br/> Among the trees of this hallowed wood<br/> At the graves o the thousands fallen<br/> In solemn silence also we stood<br/> <br/> This is no place for hope and faith<br/> Yet fires still burn<br/> In darkest night there sparks a light<br/> Catharsis through mourns<br/> <br/> Funeral mounds<br/> Bleeding like open wounds<br/> Like thorns in the crown<br/> Gracing temples of truth<br/> <br/> Another stone is cast<br/> To reinforce the barricade<br/> Another blood offered in trust<br/> That sacrifice is never late<br/> <br/> In barren ground bones make no sound<br/> Deaf to our pleas<br/> Reminding us that our pride<br/> Is reborn in tragedies<br/> <br/> Funeral mounds<br/> Bleeding like open wounds<br/> Like thorns in the crown<br/> Gracing temples of truth<br/> <br/> Lives fade away<br/> And mounds remain<br/> Future is bleak<br/> Thus mounds will speak

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026

"Barbarism is the natural state of mankind<br/> (...) Civilization is unnatural. It is a whim of<br/> Circumstance. And barbarism must always<br/> Ultimately triumph."<br/> <br/> Blood marks my way, tears guide my sword<br/> Wolf born is urge that leads me to war<br/> Steel bearing hand in shell of scars<br/> Those final days were written in stars<br/> <br/> Rotten empires feeding on greed<br/> Degeneration flooding the streets<br/> I am the scourge, I saw their crimes<br/> I'll crumble monuments of their empty pride<br/> <br/> Towers fall<br/> The doom is upon thee<br/> Temples fall<br/> Under hammer of gods<br/> <br/> Pylons fall<br/> The titans are rising<br/> Cities fall<br/> Under poise of sold blood<br/> <br/> To bring back the times, when blood was so red<br/> Steel really sharp and wind smelled so fresh<br/> To ravage the traders of father's blood<br/> Merchants of truth, disciples of gold<br/> <br/> So titans arise as temples fall<br/> And old king demise as tyrants grow<br/> Eternal cycle reaching the hump<br/> New world is born from the debris of time<br/> <br/> Towers fall<br/> The doom is upon thee<br/> Temples fall<br/> Under hammer of gods<br/> <br/> Pylons fall<br/> The titans are rising<br/> Cities fall<br/> Under poise of sold blood

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026

"Of such great powers or beings there may be<br/> Conceivably a survival...a survival of a hugely<br/> Remote period when... consciousness was<br/> Manifested, perhaps, in shapes and forms long<br/> Since withdrawn before the tide of advancing<br/> Humanity... forms of which poetry and legend<br/> Alone have caught a flying memory and called<br/> Them gods, monsters, mythical beings of all<br/> Sorts and kinds..."<br/> <br/> Tentacles of god swirl in my dreams<br/> Strange cities arise swollen with fears<br/> Forbidden eons' glimpse in dwelling mind<br/> Nocturnal secrets crawl<br/> Passing on lore to human kind<br/> <br/> Where are those ulterior gods<br/> Drown in mist, in slumber voiced<br/> Their tales are forgotten<br/> Songs and dances long forlorn<br/> <br/> Sinister visions delirium evokes<br/> Image of the gods in cthonic vaults<br/> Awake in the dark pondering for eons<br/> When their time will come<br/> I pray to dream on<br/> <br/> Where are those ulterior gods<br/> Drown in mist, in slumber voiced<br/> Their tales are forgotten<br/> Songs and dances long forlorn<br/> <br/> Where are those ulterior gods<br/> Behind the wall of sleep they dwell<br/> Preaching to the faithful ones<br/> Reviving terror in my brain

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026

"Man rules now where they ruled once:<br/> They shall soon rule where man rules now.<br/> After summer is winter, after winter summer.<br/> They wait patient and potent, for here shall<br/> They reign again."<br/> <br/> The waves will dully revel over deserts<br/> When my flesh is nothing but dust<br/> Words will be spoken and rites howled with mad fervor<br/> For stars are right again...Ia!<br/> <br/> Flame on the summits roar dim tales of terror<br/> Subliminal fear encompasses minds<br/> And old ones who were and are and shall be forever<br/> Will sit on the throne they once lost!<br/> <br/> Cthulhu fhtagn! Slumbering in depths!<br/> Cthulhu fhtagn! Rise thee dreaming dead!<br/> Cthulhu fhtagn! Revive all thy serfs!<br/> Cthulhu fhtagn! Reconquer the earth!<br/> <br/> Between the spheres they walk serene and primal<br/> Undimensioned and to men unseen<br/> And he who is the key, the gate and the sentinel<br/> Will break them through reveling free<br/> <br/> For then all mankind will be as the old ones<br/> Free and wild, beyond all laws<br/> And earth will be sealed as their possession<br/> Aflamed with joyous holocaust<br/> <br/> Cthulhu fhtagn! Slumbering in depths!<br/> Cthulhu fhtagn! Rise thee dreaming dead!<br/> Cthulhu fhtagn! Revive all thy serfs!<br/> Cthulhu fhtagn! Reconquer the earth!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026

"Confiteor Deo omnipotenti et vobis, fratres,<br/> Quia peccavi nimis cogitatione, verbo, opere, et<br/> Omissióne; mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima<br/> Culpa. Ideo precor beatam Mariam semper<br/> Vírginem, omnes Angelos et Sanctos, et<br/> Vos, fratres, orare pro me ad Dominum<br/> Deum nostrum..."<br/> <br/> Men of dusk we are<br/> We standing on the edge of times<br/> And still reason is beyond our grasp<br/> <br/> So powerful and so wise<br/> Dismal midgets in disguise<br/> We boast sharp tongues and hide crippled hands<br/> <br/> And still we're standing tall<br/> Pride comes before the fall<br/> Confiteor<br/> <br/> And still we're standing tall<br/> Behind all bridges burn<br/> Confiteor<br/> <br/> Sons of failure with no excuse<br/> In all we've done and failed to do<br/> Rotten apples from dying tree<br/> <br/> Ashes to ashes and dust to dust<br/> Fathers forgive us misguiding your trust<br/> Your armor turned out too heavy to handle<br/> <br/> And still we're standing tall<br/> Pride comes before the fall<br/> Confiteor<br/> <br/> And still we're standing tall<br/> Behind all bridges burn<br/> Confiteor

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026