Celtic Frost 3집 - Into The Pandemonium (1987) by Celtic Frost (보컬) on maniadb.com

Mexican Radio
written by Wall of Voodoo, from their album Call of the West

I feel a hot wind on my shoulder
And the touch of a world that is older
I turn the switch and check the number
I leave it on when in bed I slumber

I hear the rhythms of the music
I buy the product but never use it
I hear the talking of the DJ
Can't understand - just what does he say?

I'm on the Mexican radio
I'm on the Mexican (whoa ho) radio

(Radio DJ speaking in Spanish)

I dial it in and tune the station
They talk about the U.S. inflation
I understand just a little
No comprende - it's a riddle

I'm on the Mexican radio
I'm on the Mexican (whoa ho) radio
I'm on the Mexican radio
I'm on the Mexican (whoa ho) radio


(Radio DJ speaking in Spanish)

I wish I was in Tijuana -
Eating barbecued iguana
I'd take requests on the telephone
I'm on a wavelength far from home

I feel the hot wind on my shoulder
I dial it in from south of the border
I hear the talking of the DJ -
Can't understand - just what does he say?

I'm on the Mexican radio
I'm on the Mexican (whoa ho) radio
I'm on the Mexican radio
I'm on the Mexican (whoa ho) radio

Radio, Radio
Radio, Radio
Radio, Radio
Radio, Radio

I'm on the Mexican radio
I'm on the Mexican (whoa ho) radio
I'm on the Mexican radio
I'm on the Mexican (whoa ho) radio ...

Radio
Radio
What does he say?
Radio
Radio
Radio

Sleep brings no joy to me
Remembrance never dies
My soul is given to misery
And lives in sighs ...
The shadows of the dead,
My waken eyes may never see,
Surround my bed
That from which they sprung - eternity

Beneath the turf
The silent dead

Sleep brings no wish to knit
My harrassed heart beneath
My only wish is to forget
In the sleep of death
Death is my joy
I long to be at rest
I wish the damp earth covered
This desolate brest

Beneath the mould
The silent dead

But the glad eyes around us
Must weep as we have done
And we must see the same gloom
Eclipse their morning sun

Oh not for them - Should we despair
The grave is drear - But they're not there
Their dust is mingled - With the sod
Their pale souls - Are gone, to god

Well, may they live in ecstasy
Their long eternity of joy
At least I wouldn't bring them down
With me to weep, to groan
And what's the future
A sea beneath the cloudless sun
A mighty, glorious, dazzling sea
Stretching into infinity

My inner sanctum
R.I.P

Ce soir la Lune reve avec plus de paresse
Ainsi qu'ne beaute sur de nombreux coussins
Qui d'ne main discrete et legere caresse
Avant de s'endormir le contour de ses seins
Sur le dos satine, des molles avalanches
Mourante elle se livre aux longues pamoisons
Et promene ses yeux sur les visions blanches
Qui montent dans l'azur comme des floraisons
Quand parfois sur ce globe en sa longueur oisive
Elle laisse filer une larme furtive
Un poete pieu ennemi du sommeil
Dans le creux de sa main prend cette larme pale
Aux reflets urizes comme un fragment d'opale
Et l'amener de son corps loin des yeux du Soleil

Lights have faded - Euphoria is dead
Past and present - Exalt of the weird
Chimerias petrified - Eclipse and suspicion
Deafened stream - Babylon fell

Distraction and envy, Babylon fell
Festal perishing, Babylon fell

Dreams drift in the frozen wind
And mysteries are reborn
We rose from sand and stone
To follow the light's allure

Tears drift in the shadows sleep
Turn innocence into excess
Fragments of a dying world
And destiny lies beneath

Sceptres of bombast - Tracks into myth
Fetish and feud - Dance of recesses
Fierce laughter - Banned into stone
Eyes of guilt - Covered by sand

is it addiction to prevail
or mute marble words
my heart. coarse and fallen
into the sand
oblivion into grief
millenniums perish
pillars of desire
therefore I have seen
meurt et seduction
des comptes morbides
tasting rhetoric hate
an attraction verified
fall of luster
and fake caresses
mundane beggars
costume of death
a purified doctrine
and communal repentance
my mortalized quest
the enigma still unborn
oceans of grime and stone
shores of wasted might
soaring remains forfeit
my visionary dream
wings of lust
temptation and fame
temples of prowess
left a man among ruins
caress into oblivion

I did taste their only dream
As denial is still unborn
Secrets beyond those dethroned walls
And echoes of a martyr's scream
Deterrent vibrates the allurements face
As my barque drowns toward conquest
Don't quieten the elder's tears
For they've forseen our past
Covered lies our remembrance
As symbols turn to dust
I won't dance
I won't dance
I won't dance within despair
I won't dance
The elder's orient
Journey into a wicked world
My body beneath the skies
Erotic wishes, my heart has failed
Incalculable is the surface's breath
Paralyzed form - the ring of death
Steps on the stairs to my silent ecstacy
Caress of the mental space
Thrones of fake life
(Gods) didn't you believe my earthbound call?
Eternal addition towards those eyes
Slipping into the hidden sun
Intoxicated by an endless fall

This evening the moon dreams more lazily
As some fair woman, lost in cushions deep
With gentle hand caresses listlessly
The contour of her breasts before she sleeps
On velvet backs of avalanches soft
She often lies enraptured as she dies
And gazes on white visions aloft
Which like a blossoming to heaven rise
When sometimes on this globe, in indolence
She lets a secret tear drop down, by chance
A poet, set against oblivion
Takes in his hand this pale and furtive tear
This opal drop where rainbow hues appear
And hides it in his breast far from the sun

Introduction
Rex lrae ...
Dream Encounter
King Wrath:
"You ..."
Dream Voice:
"... have joined your father's feast
Those who saw: Essence or fall
Floods of dramatic silence
And words, from whom we don't know"
Overture
King Wrath:
"Let me dream ...
Flee from false ...
I have tasted the weight of lust
My hands on the skein of height"
Dream Voice:
"... A pallid death
Mirage into dark
The horizons echo your glance
Following a detractive sleep"
I am the wrath beneath the heavens
The downfall's monologue
Fallen into the vision of effect
Quiet as gods can be
Orgies of fear
lnbreeding and death
I have walked Carthagia's sands
l've touched those buried walls
I am the ...
All mortal is love?
Remembrance has won
Breathing glorified innonce
Quiescence has died therefore
I am the ...
Remembrance I
King Wrath:
"We stood before the portals of Babylon
And saw it's petrified fall
We tasted the wine of Persepolis,
As mute as our era's breath"
Dream Voice:
"... Have seen your decline's symbols
But carried another life
Death was never a fragment of
Exalting fantasy ..."
Remembrance III

King Wrath:
"This last region - Last of fire
Orgasmic cries - Tears and words
Wrath and strenght - Oh, gods! For you!
Before the throne ... - Death"
Overture: Final
King Wrath:
"Fright and praise
A faded light
Intimate rests my book
Unwritten what seems true
I am the ..."
Dream Voice:
"Art of might!
You remaining king
Take your predesessor's hand
You son of my Jade gift ...
I am the ..."

How I'd love to hear the organ
In the chapel in the moonlight
While we're strolling down the aisle
Where roses entwine

How I'd love to hear you whisper
In the chapel in the moonlight
That the lovelight in your eyes
Forever will shine

Till the roses turn to ashes
Till the organ turns to rust
If you never come I'll still be there
Till the moonlight turns to dust

How I'd love to hear the choir
In the chapel in the moonlight

As they sing "Oh Promise Me"
Forever be mine

I stalk alone the burried seas
Dead and white, weak memories
Below 0, I'm turning blue
Why does the ice burn so hot

Frozen waters, a strange land
I know I live, as the frost bites

My eyes are closed, but I can't sleep
Moving forward, for sleep means death
A white shroud covers me
I buried myself to stay alive

Time's passing slow on my pale face
Beneath the snow, beneath the ice

I stalk alone the burried seas
Dead and white, weak memories

I stalk alone the burried seas
Dead and white, weak memories
Below 0, I'm turning blue
Why does the ice burn so hot

Frozen waters, a strange land
I know I live, as the frost bites

My eyes are closed, but I can't sleep
Moving forward, for sleep means death
A white shroud covers me
I buried myself to stay alive

Time's passing slow on my pale face
Beneath the snow, beneath the ice

I stalk alone the burried seas
Dead and white, weak memories