Like a Fiend in a Cloud
(<em>Instrumental</em>)<br/>
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Eight o’clock, moonlight is shining,<br/> The fiery fields embrace the music.<br/> Masks begin to dance, inimate,<br/> Lots of personalities are hiding.<br/> Slowly the violons are crying<br/> Overwhelming the fleshy hood,<br/> Of a woman who lost her heart<br/> In a final valse with human being.<br/> <br/> Esto sertis implicata,<br/> O femina delicata<br/> Per quam soluuntur peccata !<br/> Sicut beneficum Lethe,<br/> Hauriam oscula de te,<br/> Quae imbuta es magnete.<br/> Velut stella salutaris In naufragiis amaris…<br/> – Suspendam cor tuis aris !<br/> <br/> A tortured corpse is found, a maid,<br/> With open eyes and a smiling face.<br/> A cloudless statue red and white,<br/> Which disappears in changing haze.<br/> A ring is formed and hand to hand<br/> They focus on the cold-dead body,<br/> start to laugh – the begining of the end –<br/> A Bal Macabre of humanity<br/> <br/> An obscure orgy<br/> A close society<br/> A kind of sanctuary<br/> A sect – a sect – with no morality<br/> <br/> Nouis te cantabo chordis,<br/> O nouelletum quod ludis<br/> In solitudine cordis.<br/> Cum mortis salta<br/> <br/> Quum uitiorum tempestas<br/> Turbabat omnes semitas,<br/> In naufragiis amaris…<br/> Mors repetina<br/> <br/> Subfere – ad nauseam<br/> Subfere – ad vitam eternam<br/> <br/> An obscure orgy<br/> A close society<br/> A kind of sanctuary<br/> A sect – a sect – with no morality<br/> <br/> Twelve o’clock, moonlight bleeds black,<br/> the fiery fields hail the music.<br/> Masks stop to dance, certainly<br/> No is what he pretends to be;<br/> Slowly the violons finish on a festive tone<br/> Overwhelming, the last minds bone<br/> Death was coming, death is gone.<br/> <br/> (Latin extracts
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Winter is coming, freezing and deep.<br/> Lakes are forsaken – the forest sleep.<br/> And the oak and the landscapes – Aurora is awaken.<br/> Hibernal Coldness, I’m alone.<br/> Hibernal Sadness – Spleen.<br/> <br/> The horizon is white,<br/> Solitude far and wide;<br/> Escape from the dakness,<br/> Searching for someone;<br/> But the night is coming,<br/> Threatening, threatening (x2)<br/> <br/> Suffering !<br/> In a world funarally than the night.<br/> My wit grown loudly.<br/> Goodbye esperance.<br/> <br/> The heaven sway, like a carceral covern;<br/> Conquered, the agonizing anguish,<br/> On my spirit set a flag,<br/> the color is black.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Les yeux des animaux chanteurs<br/> Et leurs chants de colère ou d’ennui<br/> M’ont interdit de sortir de ce lit.<br/> J’y passerai ma vie.<br/> <br/> L’aube dans les pays sans grâce,<br/> Prend l’apparence de l’oubli.<br/> Et qu’une femme émue s’endorme, à l’aube,<br/> La tête la première, sa chute l’illumine.<br/> <br/> Un bel oiseau me montre la lumière<br/> Elle est dans ses yeux, bien en vue.<br/> Il chante sur une boule de gui<br/> Au milieu du soleil. (x2)<br/> <br/> Comment prendre plaisir à tout ?<br/> Plutôt tout effacer.<br/> L’homme de tous les mouvements,<br/> De tous les sacrifices et de toutes les conquêtes<br/> <br/> Dort. Il dort, il dort, il dort.<br/> Il raye de ses soupirs la nuit minuscule.<br/> <br/> Un bel oiseau me montre la lumière Elle est dans ses yeux, bien en vue.<br/> Il chante sur une boule de gui<br/> Au milieu du soleil.<br/> <br/> Dort. Il dort, il dort, il dort.<br/> Il raye de ses soupirs la nuit minuscule.<br/> <br/> Je n’ai jamais rêvé d’une si belle nuit.<br/> Les femmes du jardin cherchent à m’embrasser —<br/> Soutiens du ciel, les arbres immobiles<br/> Embrassent bien l’ombre qui les soutient.<br/> Une femme au cœur pâle<br/> Met la nuit dans ses habits.<br/> L’amour a découvert la nuit Sur ses seins impalpables.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Carnivore of my daydreams,<br/> Obscure sentiment of silence.<br/> Secret touch in my earlapse;<br/> Eternety at a crawl –<br/> And I collapse<br/> <br/> Silence<br/> When finally the wind blows<br/> A blue stream crushes the evidence.<br/> Melody<br/> Autumn is calling<br/> Outrageous evidence<br/> <br/> Liquid steps – letter to a ghost;<br/> Livid eyes, killing my reflective sense; Ashes floating in my lungs,<br/> Pillow hold me so I can fall –<br/> And I collapse<br/> <br/> Silence<br/> When finally the wind blows<br/> A blue stream crushes the evidence<br/> Melody<br/> Autumn is calling<br/> Outrageous evidence
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
J’ai marché en pleurant, le long d’un sentier rude;<br/> La lune veillait sur ma route, de son regard d’argent.<br/> Ma fille dans mes bras, sanglote et gémit. J’ai marché en pleurant, le long d’un sentier rude;<br/> J’ai serré dans mes bras mon enfant, déplorant,<br/> De devoir l’apporter au cœur de la nuit.<br/> J’ai marché, déplorant, le long d’un sentier rude,<br/> La lune veille sur ma route, et son regard berçant,<br/> Illumine ma fille, et pleure sa maladie.<br/> Au cœur de la nuit, le long d’un sentier rude,<br/> J’ai prié pour ma fille, demandant instamment,<br/> Que je meure et qu’elle vive, j’ai demandé sa vie.<br/> J’ai prié pour elle, le long du sentier rude,<br/> Et elle s’éveille en pleurant;<br/> Au cœur de la nuit, ma fille dépérit.<br/> Mais je garde l’espoir, le long du sentier rude,<br/> La lune entend les prières que je livre en gémissant. En marchant je serre ma fille contre moi, elle vit.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Eight o’clock, moonlight is shining,<br/> The fiery fields embrace the music.<br/> Masks begin to dance, inimate,<br/> Lots of personalities are hiding.<br/> Slowly the violons are crying<br/> Overwhelming the fleshy hood,<br/> Of a woman who lost her heart<br/> In a final valse with human being.<br/> <br/> Esto sertis implicata,<br/> O femina delicata<br/> Per quam soluuntur peccata !<br/> Sicut beneficum Lethe,<br/> Hauriam oscula de te,<br/> Quae imbuta es magnete.<br/> Velut stella salutaris In naufragiis amaris…<br/> – Suspendam cor tuis aris !<br/> <br/> A tortured corpse is found, a maid,<br/> With open eyes and a smiling face.<br/> A cloudless statue red and white,<br/> Which disappears in changing haze.<br/> A ring is formed and hand to hand<br/> They focus on the cold-dead body,<br/> start to laugh – the begining of the end –<br/> A Bal Macabre of humanity<br/> <br/> An obscure orgy<br/> A close society<br/> A kind of sanctuary<br/> A sect – a sect – with no morality<br/> <br/> Nouis te cantabo chordis,<br/> O nouelletum quod ludis<br/> In solitudine cordis.<br/> Cum mortis salta<br/> <br/> Quum uitiorum tempestas<br/> Turbabat omnes semitas,<br/> In naufragiis amaris…<br/> Mors repetina<br/> <br/> Subfere – ad nauseam<br/> Subfere – ad vitam eternam<br/> <br/> An obscure orgy<br/> A close society<br/> A kind of sanctuary<br/> A sect – a sect – with no morality<br/> <br/> Twelve o’clock, moonlight bleeds black,<br/> the fiery fields hail the music.<br/> Masks stop to dance, certainly<br/> No is what he pretends to be;<br/> Slowly the violons finish on a festive tone<br/> Overwhelming, the last minds bone<br/> Death was coming, death is gone.<br/> <br/> (Latin extracts
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
But lo! the morning peeps<br/> Over the eastern steeps,<br/> And the rustling beds of dawn<br/> The earth do scorn.<br/> <br/> The wild winds weep,<br/> And the night is a-cold;<br/> Come hither, Sleep,<br/> And my griefs enfold! . . .<br/> <br/> Lo! to the vault<br/> Of pavèd heaven,<br/> With sorrow fraught,<br/> My notes are driven: (x2)<br/> <br/> Like a fiend in a cloud,<br/> With howling woe<br/> After night I do crowd<br/> And with night will go;<br/> <br/> They strike the ear of Night,<br/> Make weak the eyes of Day;<br/> They make mad the roaring winds,<br/> And with the tempests play,<br/> <br/> I turn my back to the east<br/> From whence comforts have increased;<br/> For light doth seize my brain<br/> With frantic pain.<br/> <br/> The wild winds weep,<br/> And the night is a-cold;<br/> Come hither, Sleep,<br/> And my griefs enfold! . . .<br/> <br/> Lo! to the vault<br/> Of pavèd heaven,<br/> With sorrow fraught,<br/> My notes are driven: (x2)
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026