CELTIC FROST LYRICS

1. Into The Crypt Of Rays

Years of plead, behind the walls
Chambers and vaults, Scenes of fright
Unspoken Words, in pain and dread
140 lives passed his hands

Gilles De Ray's... the perverted son
The holy man... hanged by nobility
Into The Crypts of Rays...

Alluring children for his masses
Robbing and buying young souls
Sacrifice to morbid demons
Satisfy his repulsive sexual lust

Gilles De Ray's... the perverted son
The holy man... hanged by nobility
Into The Crypts of Rays...

"So this is for the morbid one,
The braveless and sick
Shivering laughter shrilled through the tombs
Sexual offence and perverted rites
Watching them limp and die...
Wizards and darkness, Gilles' dreams
Halfway came true..."

As a late medieval's French marshall
Unrestrained, with endless ambitions
Personal guard for Jeanne D'Arc
...the rising of his soul to god...

Gilles De Ray's... the perverted son
The holy man... hanged by nobility
Into The Crypts of Rays...

Overdone Mystism and
Desperate Satanism (Ha!)
Are just one small step apart
There's no human scheme in the beyond...

Gilles De Ray's... the perverted son
The holy man... hanged by nobility
Into The Crypts of Rays...

2. Visions Of Mortality

My life turns into sand
Immortality is my dream
Man shall follow my command
Sorcery shall conquer my fear

Astral magic and runic wand
I feel that wisdom's near
Across the mountain's ice
Scarlett at the equinox' dawn

I sacrificed an innocent lamb
And drunk the wine of paradise
But, still run the sands of time
Just one thing yet to be done

As spell surround me
At a lightmass' night
He raised the abyss
Covered by the sword

I sold my soul in vein
I feel it, as he returns
The sands of time will never run
For an immortal dead man

3. Dethroned Emperor

See the portal, gate to madness
Locked forever in a veil of shame

Deny extraction - Thirst for disgrace
Watch his break - The emperor's killed
Light of the day - Shadows from beyond
Scaffold of steel - The throne has gone

Dethroned emperor

The foot of the stairs, dimension in might
The king sits, his eyes are glass

Growing of the small - The laughter's fall
Can you deny - Remaining cries?
Descent of the lords - Into the trap
Existence and hate - Unseen gate

Dethroned emperor

4. Morbid Tales

By burial this night
Nitocrys weaves the spell
Down the vault's misty light
The lurking Sphinx dwells

Agony and nightmare
To Yog sothoth they noan
Nightfalls, morbid affair
Beard the faceless one

In the nuclear domain
Arcades lost in eternal skries
Written by the insane
Nitocrys orders must

Agony and nightmare
To Yog sothoth they noan
Nightfalls, morbid affair
Beard the faceless one

Mummy's rebirth by wrath
Below the temple of nile
Vanished in Osiris' path
Above us reigns the Necrophile

Agony and nightmare
To Yog sothoth they noan
Nightfalls, morbid affair
Beard the faceless one

Morbid Tales

5. Circle Of The Tyrants

After the battle is over
And the sands drunken the blood
All what there remains
Is the bitterness of delusion

The immortality of the gods
Sits at their side
As they leave the walls behind
To reach the jewels gleam

The days have come
When the steel will rule
And upon his head
A crown of gold

Your hand wields the might
The tyrant's the precursor
You carry the will
As the morning is near

I sing the ballads
Of victory and defeat
I hear the tales
Of frozen mystery

The new kingdoms rise
By the circle of the tyrants
In the land of darkness
The warrior, that was me
Grotesque glory
None will ever see them fall
And hunts and war
Are like everlasting shadows

Where the winds cannot reach
The tyrant's might was born
And often I look back
With tears in my eyes
Grotesque glory
None will ever see them fall
And hunts and wars
Are like everlasting shadows

6. Procreation (Of The Wicked)

You are blind - Deny the sun and light
Whose are the objections - From where come the doubts

Evidence of infinity
Procreation of the wicked
Twist of the known
Procreation of the wicked

Serenades of opposition - Absurdity, humans fate and hope
True reflections of community - Procreation of the gods and lords

Evidence of infinity
Procreation of the wicked
Twist of the known
Procreation of the wicked

Cain and Abel's love and death - Love and hate is what we are
Dagger and grail are- Fallen of the altar

Evidence of infinity
Procreation of the wicked
Twist of the known
Procreation of the wicked

"Mysteries of perversity"
"I've killed this old man, because he limped
I've done it because he shouldn't have to do it"

If god raised the abyss - you'd procreate your own
Abolism of death is - Abolism of life

Evidence of infinity
Procreation of the wicked
Twist of the known
Procreation of the wicked

7. Return To The Eve

Dreaming eyes
Hope to return
As shadows fall onto
Distorted paths

Delivered from the fetters of light
Drifting back into my reality
The subconscious deprecates the day
In the twilight of my own intellect

Dull is my mind
Captive of illusion
Remaining awake
Is just dust

Take my soul away into the dark
Dreaming a thousand morbid dreams
No tomorrow when the wind caress my mind
Could I ever return, it would be my doom

Obsessed by the nightmare's sound
Drifting back into realms of chaos
Reality has become my dream
I'll be covered by the abyss' ground

An endless fall
Memories in the light
Frontiers of chaos
Return to the eve

8. Danse Macabre

[INSTRUMENTAL]

9. Nocturnal Fear

Obscurity hides the plateau
Stars darkened at their place
Nanna's glowing above
Illuminates the silent scenery

Seven they are-Yeziti's Call
Aeon of night-Eager to prevail

From the mountains of dawn they cry
The call of the frantic god
From the womb of mother earth they scream
The wage of creation and sin

Seven they are-Yeziti's Call
Aeon of night-Eager to prevail

"The sleeping lord awakes
Tiamat pulls on her chains
The blind phantom rages
Azag-Thoth Howls
Vibrations at the black ethers edge
As nocturnal fear penetrates the land
Ecstatical celebrations at their zenith
The seven sharpen their claws"

Winds emerge from the east
Deep dark water moves
Even the cold moon eclipses
When they adore the dog-faced-beast

Seven they are-Yeziti's Call
Aeon of night-Eager to prevail

As they admit the infernal tide
The eye on the throne derides
The old gods and their tribes
In chaos Tiamat laughs pride.

Seven they are-Yeziti's Call
Aeon of night-Eager to prevail

10. Suicidal Winds

Listen
As the mist is rising
And uncovers all that`s lost
Try and mend what you can barely feel
Even if it is forgotten and done
Watch out who is still on the throne
While the sighs of life are borne
The bloodless race of old
As startled
The flow of denial without remembering
The flood is still in motion
The ground on fire all along
Leave the thought of crying
Deny and harm the endless day
Where will be vulgarity
In these immune sights
Along the way i`m leaving this wreck
Without the suicidal horde
The day will come
And I`ll be able to see
The flag rising of the free
Until eternity

11. Visual Aggression

Thousand decades in vain
(Again) they strive for final completion
Forgotten are the fast sins
And the perfect creation calls

What will the wind bring these days?
The smell of self-deception?
Masses of dullness, a spiral cage
As they ride on visual aggression

Once, I slept in confidence
Sounds like I've been a fool
Now, as my will is invisible
(They shall) face the evoked curse alone...

What will the wind bring these days?
The smell of self-deception?
Masses of dullness, a spiral cage
As they ride on visual aggression

Just fool yourself - a world of ignorance
Will tear the walls - of dreams apart
Vast signals - memories in black
Sense is beyond - distorted any balance

Flood of tears - you'll have to drink
As the grail - is lying on the floor

Don't ask for another messiah
No martyr will save the stupid (again)
Is truth what you believe?
A prophet's tears will dry...

What will the wind bring these days?
The smell of self-deception?
Masses of dullness, a spiral cage
As they ride on visual aggression

The watcher's eyes are closed
As the dust covers the madmen again
There'll be a new king
And I was born to encounter him...

What will the wind bring these days?
The smell of self-deception?
Masses of dullness, a spiral cage
As they ride on visual aggression







CELTIC FROST LYRICS