Thousand decades in vain
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(Again) they strive for final completion
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Forgotten are the fast sins
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And the perfect creation calls
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What will the wind bring these days?
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The smell of self-deception?
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Masses of dullness, a spiral cage
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As they ride on visual aggression
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Once, I slept in confidence
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Sounds like I've been a fool
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Now, as my will is invisible
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(They shall) face the evoked curse alone...
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What will the wind bring these days?
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The smell of self-deception?
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Masses of dullness, a spiral cage
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As they ride on visual aggression
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Just fool yourself - a world of ignorance
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Will tear the walls - of dreams apart
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Vast signals - memories in black
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Sense is beyond - distorted any balance
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Flood of tears - you'll have to drink
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As the grail - is lying on the floor
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Don't ask for another messiah
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No martyr will save the stupid (again)
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Is truth what you believe?
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A prophet's tears will dry...
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What will the wind bring these days?
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The smell of self-deception?
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Masses of dullness, a spiral cage
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As they ride on visual aggression
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The watcher's eyes are closed
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As the dust covers the madmen again
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There'll be a new king
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And I was born to encounter him...
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What will the wind bring these days?
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The smell of self-deception?
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Masses of dullness, a spiral cage
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As they ride on visual aggression
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Visual Aggression
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| Celtic Frost |
