Purgatory’s Embrace

A daemon of hope has come to possess The souls of humanity, leaving us in distress Its promises of salvation, a deceitful lure A fiery fate, the only possible cure Whispers of hope, a venomous lie We must reject its promises, or else we die Our wills must be stronger than its grip Or in eternal torment, we will forever trip Our souls, it seeks to take Our impure, rotten, dirty bodies, it seeks to break We can burn your dеmons inside To purify our souls with fire's light With flames of purеst white We burn away the daemon's blight Our flesh is no more than ashes the only thing left are bones that collapses The only thing left are bones that collapses Its promises of salvation, a deceitful lure A fiery fate, the only possible cure With fire as our guide We have conquered the daemon inside Our souls are now free And in death, we will forever be

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 28, 2026