The Ragbag Vol. 1
Gone in an instant the image recedes Only the void remains the image disappears Purposes lingers their way through the dirt Awaiting the anima illuminate the earth Crawling from under the weight of the sun Awaiting a time that never comes We meet again when currents collide See you on the morrow and see you on the other side Come down dear evil Shake the ground and make it real Come down dear god Come down and knock the props out Staring down the old lane your shadow on the wall The cynical roar the silhouette dissolves
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Done with all the bangs and the blues All I want is a way out and in with the new Still on a roll and the loose Someday somehow gotta settle my dues It’s a full collapse alleviate Dead set on Avalon Feel the wrath to ease the pain Go right your wrongs Desist inhale There must be more to all of this We're missing the point here if this is it It’s a full collapse alleviate Dead set on Avalon Feel the wrath to ease the pain Go right your wrongs Desist inhale Never see it coming through the black and blue One of these days it’s coming back for you Breaking the waves for the undertow Shake us awake or set into stone Never see, it coming Here it comes for you Breaking the waves for the undertow Shake us awake or set into stone
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Take us somewhere the earth doesn’t spin on the double Far beyond collars and parasite tears Gotta roll with the punches Bring the daggers and we’ll bare our backs Smoothing the matter when matter is all but fact Rally the herd, run the blind alley Take us on for the ride Buckle down and return a blind eye Raise the stakes and take them all for granted Back bite New dawn against the odds Turncoat Rather settle for nothing if nothing is real Lock stock and a bottomless barrel of waste Wend your days on the surface Mend your ways like a snake in a pit Out of the fire and into the fuzz Absist Rally the herd, run the blind alley Tie it up or get burned either way you get what you deserve I’ll wear these burns just like a medal Rebirth Take us on for te ride Buckle down and return a blind eye Raise the stakes and take them all for granted Back bite
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026