The Nil - Koyi K Utho

Hey you. Where is the sense in we’re imperfect creations searching salvation?

They pretend get faith with fear. You, slaughther

Hey you. Give us the calm. Core of perfection occulted by lies.

I can’t trust in your laws while they blind my eyes and laugth.

You, laughter

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 comes behind 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 yor veins

Forgotten the slayer hypocrisy

Radical execution of man

Die with the cross in your hands

Why the rage you start is immolated by laws

To ponder man under the initial wrath

Final day, initial wrath

Rupture of powers