The Nil

Hey you. Where is the sense in we're imperfect creation searching salvation?
They pretende get faith with fear. You, slugther


Hey you. Give us the calm. Core of perfection occulted by lies
I can't trust in your laws while they blind my eyes an laugth.
You, laugther


Justice for nothing. Hear the prayers immersed in the myth.


Hordes of bombs come down
Sprout to the earth infernal toughts


Antichrist batteries confront a holy warfare
Say the prayer while war come bihind you
Now time is gone, finally the scum reburn
infecting wrath with the hand of god


Crime and impunity
One particle of gold is enough motive to kill you
Escape in the end of days to the false idea you give me. Create me


Hordes of bombs come down
Sprout to the earth infernal toughts


Now the rage you start is immolated by laws
Judging crimes in the name of christ
Orbiting in infinite out of control
Final day


They'll find you
They'll torture you
They'll drain our souls


Start to bleed hatred across your veins
Forgotten the slayer hypocrisy
Radical execution of man
Die with the cross in your hands


Why the rage start is immolated by laws
To ponder man under the initial wrath
Final day, initial wrath


Rupture of powers
Decadent leader, you will find the way: the nil

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