Satyricon - Repined Bastard Nation

another force-fed disgust Do we need another bastard nation... aiming at us clinically Like an insect-swarm towards the shapeless mouth of a dead whore We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light arising from melted mass We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light taking invincible shape to standing ovation Repossessing night and her hand's godly touch The unbearable feeling of hitting that dark wall is a scene that must come to an end Eartly decay in front of our eyes Now, now it's killing for a living No more repined bastard nation A generous gesture to a people so blind No more repined bastard nation fumbling, descending, away from the light It takes a non-poisoned creature to withstand a monster that has grown and spawned, a darkness, I can not tolerate A darkness we must bury Do they feel, do they absorb our pain... the search to justify one truth Do they feel, do they absorb our pain... the greater understanding It takes a non-poisoned creature to defeat and destroy THAT monster, that has grown and spawned a darkness, a darkness we can not tolerate