Repined Bastard Nation

Do we need another bastard nation...Another force-fed disgustDo we need another bastard nation...Aiming at us clinicallyLike an insect-swarmTowards the shapeless mouthOf a dead whoreWe need the spirit, the voice, the angel of lightArising from melted massWe need the spirit, the voice, the angel of lightTaking invincible shapeTo standing ovationRepossessing night and her hand's godly touchThe unbearable feeling of hitting thatDark wall is a scene that must come to an endEartly decay in front of our eyesNow, now it's killing for a livingNo more repined bastard nationA generous gesture to a people so blindNo more repined bastard nationFumbling, descending, away from the lightIt takes a non-poisoned creatureTo withstand a monster that has grown and spawned,A darkness, i can not tolerateA darkness we must buryDo they feel, do they absorb our pain...The search to justify one truthDo they feel, do they absorb our pain...The greater understandingIt takes a non-poisoned creatureTo defeat and destroy a monster,That has grown and spawnedA darkness, a darkness we can not tolerate