Letras: Satyricon. Volcano. Repined Bastard Nation.

Do we need another bastard nation...
another force-fed disgust
aiming at us clinically
Do we need another bastard nation...
Like an insect-swarm
of a dead whore
towards the shapelness mouth
We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light
taking invincible shape
We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light
arising from melted mass
to standing ovation
The unbearable feeling of hitting that
Repossessing night and her hand's godly touch

dark wall is a scene that must come to an end

Earthly decay in front of your our eyes
Now, not it's killing for a living

No more repined bastard nation

A generous gesture to people so blind
No more repined bastard nation
It takes a non-poisoned creature
fumbling, descending, away from the light
to withstand a monster that has grown and spawned,
a darkness, I can not tolerate
A darkness we must bury
the search to justify one truth
Do they feel, do they absorb our pain...
Do they feel, do they absorb our pain...
the greater understanding

to deafeat and destroy a monster,
It takes a non-poisoned creature
that has grown and spawned
a darkness, a darkness we can not tolerate