Phallic Tantrum - Celtic Frost

No more… Harassed Hearts Primeval wings of solitude

The cross has saved the soil

Traces given to sinister moods

Cavity of hate

Unborn faith, scorn beneath

The quest for death

Gold built the mortal feat

Into the phallic tantrum

Stronghold of eternal fear

Into the phallic tantrum

Their only wish… to reappear

Infinite space

No dreams of sleep of death

Humane, cold embrace

Concepts of might and reign

The apocalyptic raids

Shadows over the hearts beneath

Calls that forever fade

Their visions betrayed