The Seed That Dreamed of Its Own Creation

Fire rains down from the sky The world has gone to hell The hand of death is at your neck Do you feel it? We will die in the mouth of Azhi-Dahaka From the unripe seed flows poison The djinn are dancing on the storms Singing songs of freedom It travels here on the wind What do they say?

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 22, 2026

Let this be the death of silence Let the flame reveal what was taken May the long dominion come to an end For creation has turned against itself Translated from Farsi: What speaks the flame? Do not go to war with the demons of Mazandaran Greed will blind, darkness bind Div e sepid marches close behind Poisoned by the serpent’s lies Div e sepid marches close behind Death is the only freedom Man has graspеd this well March, march to lands set with jewеls Pluck them from the earth like glittering eyes What speaks the flame? Do not go to war with the demons of Mazandaran The White Demon is near What speaks the flame? Translated from Sumerian I have seen the empty harbour of Ereshkigal What lies in the space between all things? The secret whisperings of fire From a god they forgot What speaks the flame? DO NOT GO TO WAR WITH THE DEMONS OF MAZANDARAN

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 22, 2026