Celtic Frost - Visual Aggression Lyrics
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Visual Aggression
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What Are The Lyrics For Visual Aggression By 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 |
Who Wrote Visual Aggression By Celtic Frost?
Tom Warrior
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