A kiss or a whisper de 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
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