Generation of the Void
A cell full of life A prison cell with its limits Every hour, every move Already primed, already molded Cursed to live each day like the one before Grey out the white Blacken the grey Try to find the shades or the differences Just hands without gift or task A generation of the void These idle hands in idle times Just words without life or soul A generation of the void Into hollow emptiness Imitation of choice The die is cast – the verdict is spoken Grey out the white Blacken the grey Try to find the shades or the differences A never-ending void – a generation inside Doomed to live this life Just hands without gift or task A generation of the void These idle hands in idle times Just words without life or soul A generation of the void Into hollow emptiness Just hands without gift or task A generation of the void These idle hands in idle times Just words without life or soul A generation of the void Into hollow emptiness Just words without life or soul A generation of the void Into hollow emptiness
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 27, 2026
Steady, strong and permanent Impulse to move on A vision - straight A dignity A passion for each goal It got pounded, beaten, heated Abuse with intent Mistreated just To make it rust To see the passion die Someone tries to burn and melt it And all at once From inside out It starts to rust Spirit corrodes So vulnerable Unsightly From inside out Spirit corrodes Everything falls apart As he began to put himself last in line The decay of his fortitude These words with one cause To debilitatе And to disturb To make it oxidize Psyche dеterioration And all at once From inside out It starts to rust Spirit corrodes So vulnerable Unsightly From inside out Spirit corrodes He prepares to feel Nothing at all His soul so cavernous – each hole Too huge to overlook And all at once From inside out It starts to rust Spirit corrodes So vulnerable Unsightly From inside out Spirit corrodes Everything crumbles to dust As he lost his worried mind to agony
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 27, 2026
These are the ashes of time No phoenix in sight No train of thought to catch At the empty station – relic of the past Insipid, worthless, vacuous, monotonous A map of pitilessness Guiding into heartlessness No inner compass to orient No beginning without an end Black hole life? Oblivion? I must leave behind No home for me Here in this darkened wasteland time So monochrome No home for me When all I see is black and white Moving forward means leaving behind This map of pitilessness A route into deadheartedness Ruins They capture splinters of my past – my shattered days A lifetime made of debris, ember and of dust I tramp, I stray, I roam No home for me Here in this darkened wasteland time So monochrome No home for me When all I see is black and white Moving forward means leaving behind Shadows starving Lurking for new lights to kill No way to navigate through this dreariness No ray to illuminate a path towards the end No past to relive – all covered with ashes Leave behind – the only chance to move on from here Leave behind Change of mind Leave behind No home for me Here in this darkened wasteland time So monochrome No home for me When all I see is black and white Moving forward means leaving behind
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 27, 2026