Blades
Backwards the fate Evil involvement dejection Frontwards the blight, across the sky Onward and downward To hilts plunge the scabbard in violence The wings of umbra descend The wings of umbra descend Unholy grilling of spirits Blades spin Grotesque flesh rips Gothic tower of gore Never beholden profane divine pall Ugh, blades spin Grotesque flesh rips Gothic tower of gore May sullen hordes sulk The rain began to burn Bewail amongst the grim Never beholden profane divine pall Agh, jarring ghoul's glut Vomit the father Digest the son Antichrists revive
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 26, 2026
Oh Infusorium dystopian The brotherhood of the black fog Greater ventriloquism Bring down the skies Levers pulled, dead eyes shift And the pendulum drops and tilts and sways Crust of swale Qliphothic tree of false-life Growth in death, death is growth Black opaque mask Turned valve, breathed deeply A mockery of creatures An explosion from the inside out A mockery of features Skull embedded face up Buried feet first Faces just above the soil Mouth hung open Heads twisted backwards, facing up Heads twisted backwards, facing up Heads twisted backwards, facing up Heads twisted backwards, facing up
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 26, 2026