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