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