A Kiss Or A Whisper - Celtic Frost

By masquerade of sleep madness ever lures

Resting soul’s rebirth, denying the depths of fear

Necropolis Built from mortal bones

Death descends inside the darkened mind

A thousand cries in pain, spread beneath the fall

A kiss glowing above, feeding upon the heart

Spells… on glory they ride from within

Light, as they seed hate onto the path

A kiss or a whisper

Floods of hate without relief for all sinister sleep

Shadows of eternal belief