作词 : Wongraven
Do we need another bastard nation...another force-fed disgustaiming at us clinically
Do we need another bastard nation...
Like an insect-swarmof a dead whoretowards the shapelness mouth
We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of lighttaking invincible shape
We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of lightarising from melted massto standing ovation
The unbearable feeling of hitting that
Repossessing night and her hand's godly touchdark 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 creaturefumbling, descending, away from the lightto withstand a monster that has grown and spawned,a darkness, 
I can not tolerate
A darkness we must burythe search to justify one truth
Do they feel, do they absorb our pain...
Do they feel, do they absorb our pain...the greater understandingto deafeat and destroy a monster,
It takes a non-poisoned creaturethat has grown and spawneda darkness, a darkness we can not tolerate