Shores of Otherness

Lost souls through cracked landscapes Colliding heart and senses Wind and rain beyond the shores Lead the omens on Nawual forms Time passes for the blind The sacred prison offers A journey decomposed The spot to breath alive Gods emerge on this earth The flare of those nine steps Mirrors never broken Visions drawn in water Comes out of the corpses Slowly the fate The otherness Makes stronger to dream ahead Yet vivid death’s brother Firmly unconscious Drags my subconscious Spit on the chalice The otherness

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 24, 2026