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