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