Where Silence Whispers
The magic spells transmit their massive rage. Lord ordered destruction. Invasion on everything human. Fragments of destruction, Still burning according to the plans. Death approaches, on every form. The stars, dried up for eternal life. Collected rage, spells created (for redemption). Decay and chaos forever. Ruins at every point of the abyss. Stench of carcass fills the ambience. Disobedient souls cross loneliness. Then will seek the days of eternal peace. No salvation, no end. Moon is hidden under the gloomy marks. Leaving no traces behind. No salvation, no end. The beginning and the end of the horizon.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Aug 14, 2026
Spirit rests in chaos, while drops of blood are spilled on the frozen dirt, Awakening the angel from his slumber. His wings are hiding the light of the sun. The urge for vengeance feeds him with infinite power. The lust for blood makes him seek for mortal flesh. He sucks their crying souls, closing their eyes eternally. When the night divide the world among the living, the headless one is ready to take his final form: Ressurrection of the serpent, brings flames of chaos. The breath of hell is burning everything in his path. Among the ashes of the damned souls, the dawn of the black hearts is rising. I call upon thee the darkness of this world to satisfy my hunger. No man, no god will ever know my cryptic abyss.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Aug 14, 2026
I am death, the highest power. Made by eerie illusions and temptation. I prevail among the living to plant the seed of damnation. I force the mortals to watch their world burn. The scars of devotion. The wounds of salvation. Tempted in pain, semen of aversion, abomination. Day of judgement on the steps of babylon. I've been sent to dethrone the false monarch of purity. And take this place to this terrain of eternal darkness. I am the godless shepard, among the herd of begotten. Obey my commandments, And embrace my spirit to the valley of catharsis. I am death, the highest power. I prevail among the living. I give hell, I govern the universe. I am chaos, I bring the unknown.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Aug 14, 2026
Witches gathered around the moon. Ghosts laugh with no mercy. Wolves roar loudly. Black veil of mystery magically covered the earth. Moon cries to the sky enchanted by their worship. Moon mourns, unable to rise. Black flame from the beast's soul rises. Black shadows calls the spirits to rise. Then will reign the surface of the abyss. Approaching with no fear. No one hears the cries. Bloody steps are following the ultimate sacrifice. Silence ends slowly and painfully. Dark night belongs to the invincible beings. Unclean spirits take their very. Moon and Earth belongs to them now. Their malicious plans are deadly vicious. The wolves are not silent yet. The witches are out lurking. The cry of the night is heard loudly. Black flame from the beast's soul rises. Black shadows calls the spirits to rise.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Aug 14, 2026
Ghoul lurks at the edge of the forest, Seeking a new soul to transform to what he's been waiting for. Where the veil of silence whispers, cries come to life, Awaiting the eclipse of the deepest moon. It is time to protect his legacy: Becoming the next lord of the kingdom. Years passed slowly, assuring his dominance. Fought for centuries, the battles were many. Ready to devour ever impure human soul. From the sins and the filthy creatures. Untamed spirits will unite to protect him. He has chosen his slaves for an eternal life. Where the veil of silence whispers, cries come to life. Awaiting the eclipse of the harvest moon.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Aug 14, 2026
Moving on an endless line Between life and death. Living the ultimate lie. Destroyed theories of a false life. Between the existence of the soul And the empty path of the dark mind. Years passed for the atonement, But it was never enough. Conspiracy theories through the depths, Of a cursed dark entity. Then seize with rage the savages, Of the incomparable sorrow. Fighting alone is the only way. Malicious thoughts obscure your judgement. Prepare for the final destination, No matter if it's not the end. With your eyes staring the horizon, You will always be searching for the eternal life.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Aug 14, 2026