Blue Devils
get on the ropes turn the fire to ice moving towards the devine barreling the poison virus spread it all across the earth set the paste for a higher cause live by religion die at birth all rise to the power lay bare my barren soul from grief to the grave back to sorrow crawling back from the vault praying for all that it's worth set back the craven forsaken and cursed eyes glazed dead air rising the breeze of a northern sky fume of decay low country exiles
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
lay me down to waste you heathen underneath these darkened skies waiting for the moon to rise again waiting for a new day of dire times the saints are departing once again this town will rise into the night retrieving the exile amidst the cardinal sin faith healer you long for higher times commoners of brimstone sealed be your doom into the night retrieving the exile there's been a hive on the horizon the burden of your lord spill your guts in agony come undone rejects and thieves vermin believers as one they come together as one they will lead us
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
awaiting days beneath the surface pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods wresting eyes for sake of darkness embrace the way of hell and dwell therein fore good join me on the quest for evil anger keeps my mind at ease for there will be no boredom there will be no morality one true desire one true despair long for the higher long for the devil's gate
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026