Celtic Frost
sorrows of the moon
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, oh
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
Oh, 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
- :
- Parched With Thirst Am I and Dying
- Vanity/Nemesis
- Cold Lake
- Into the Pandemonium
- To Mega Therion
- Morbid Tales
- Miscellaneous
- Monotheist
- 1984-1992 Parched With Thirst Am I and Dying
- Sweden Rock Festival (Best of 2005-2006, Vol. 4) [Live]
- Sweden Rock Festival
- Reign of Steel
- 1984–1992: Parched With Thirst Am I and Dying
- Wine in My Hand (Third From the Sun)
- Vanity / Nemesis
- 12 Years in NOISE: Metal & Beyond...
- Morbid Tales / Emperor’s Return
- Demos 84 & 85
- Rock Hard Classix
- Into the Pandemonium (Bonus Track Edition)