Visual Aggression - Celtic Frost

Thousand decades in vain

(Again) they strive for final completion

Forgotten are the fast sins

And the perfect creation calls

What will the wind bring these days?

The smell of self-deception?

Masses of dullness, a spiral cage

As they ride on visual aggression

Once, I slept in confidence

Sounds like I’ve been a fool

Now, as my will is invisible

(They shall) face the evoked curse alone…

What will the wind bring these days?

The smell of self-deception?

Masses of dullness, a spiral cage

As they ride on visual aggression

Just fool yourself — a world of ignorance

Will tear the walls — of dreams apart

Vast signals — memories in black

Sense is beyond — distorted any balance

Flood of tears — you’ll have to drink

As the grail — is lying on the floor

Don’t ask for another messiah

No martyr will save the stupid (again)

Is truth what you believe?

A prophet’s tears will dry…

What will the wind bring these days?

The smell of self-deception?

Masses of dullness, a spiral cage

As they ride on visual aggression

The watcher’s eyes are closed

As the dust covers the madmen again

There’ll be a new king

And I was born to encounter him…

What will the wind bring these days?

The smell of self-deception?

Masses of dullness, a spiral cage

As they ride on visual aggression