Continuum Cruciatus
Single
· 2018
1 tracks
Where does your faith befall? Will this sickness become the overtaking of this frail form? To give when you have nothing This chain, this binding, this perfect death A soul to end your night Lines hammered continuous Leave us in pain Cleave us blood beyond our blood Drown me in the river it creates Unending loss unto itself, inseparable We are hung from the noose of thorns
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 27, 2026