Suicidal Winds - Celtic Frost

Listen

As the mist is rising

And uncovers all that’s lost

Try and mend what you can barely feel

Even if it’s forgotten and done

Watch out who is still on the throne

While the sighs of life are borne

The bloodless race is old

As startled

The flow of denial without remembering

The flood is still in motion

The ground on fire all along

Leave the thoughts of crying

Deny and harm the endless day

Where will be vulgarity

In these immune sights

Along the way I’m leaving this wreck

Without the suicidal horde

The day will come

And I’ll be able to see

The flag rising of the free

Until eternity