Interpret:

Satyricon

Album:

Ten Horns Ten Diadems

Do we need another 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 a monster, 
that has grown and spawned 
a darkness, a darkness we can not tolerate