Celtic Frost
Totengott
[Verse]
I have never heard his voice
Nor have I ever seen his form
Yet still, he casts his dark shadow
On the light of my being
Death, negation of being
Wraith of inner sanctum
Apparition of my amorphousness
Solemnity of my disembodiment

[Outro]
Death, decay
Creator of corpses
Principle of annihilation
Secret of negativity
Unspeakable silence
Despairing monologue