| 歌曲 | Repined Bastard Nation |
| 歌手 | Satyricon |
| 专辑 | Ten Horns - Ten Diadems |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Wongraven | |
| Do we need another bastard nation... another forcefed disgustaiming at us clinically | |
| Do we need another bastard nation... | |
| Like an insectswarmof 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 nonpoisoned 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 nonpoisoned creaturethat has grown and spawneda darkness, a darkness we can not tolerate |