Absence

The eyes are restrained with numerous withdrawals Their minds are reflecting a meager gaze of infinity That abides our chains and shatters them to oblivion Our sole purpose was to regenerate that which never was Defile your most vital perceptions To dissolve your uttermost yearnings In abundance you crave for the purity That never was meant to prevail In absence you rejoice in total submission And proclaim the way is sane The way insane

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 26, 2026