Faceless, without hesitation
Baseless, pure speculation, no more
Aimless, in blind acclamation
Nameless, a lost generation, unsure
Fear of the future erases the past
We strain at the sutures
From under the casque we've made
We fall into stupor in legion amassed
Reluctant we too are
Adorned for this masquerade
Spineless 'neath crushing placation
Mindless, you preach defamation, appalled
Silenced, the new conversation
Compliant, no sign of vexation at all
Fear of the future erases the past
We strain at the sutures
From under the casque we've made
We fall into stupor in legion amassed
Reluctant we too are
Adorned for this masquerade
Defenseless, against castigation
Portentous, denied machinations
Breathless, the death of a nation
Senseless, a lie our salvation
A lie our salvation...a lie's no salvation
A dull display
The naive swayed
And all dismayed
A dark charade
A fool's parade
This masquerade
Fear of the future erases the past
We strain at the sutures
From under the casque we've made
We fall into stupor in legion amassed
Reluctant we too are
Adorned for this masquerade
What an album! The only reason the album didn't elevate them straight to stardom is not enough people heard it. Modern classic - from start to finish. c1ch
Allow me to copy Pagan Altar's third album title to describe not only III:Pentecost but the whole discography of Wytch Hazel so far: well, yes, it's Magical and Mythical!!! A must-have for the lovers of 70's hard sound revival. BoneWalker