Nil

The sick mare drags itself ashore
From the depths of the abyss
Bloated, disgusting, weak and defiled
The crippled and sickened legs
Cannot bear the dead weight
Cannot pull the chariot
No more

The corpse of Patroclus rots in bright daylight
Flies and maggots do their work
And the shining Achilles has left long ago
Betrayed his people, his friend, himself

Dices are rolling
And every side is Nil
Equal to the sum of chances
Equal to the worth of mankind

We are left with grandiose dreams
Of peace, wealth, accordance and progression
Relentless regression to zero and beyond
Embrace the nothingness! Embrace the nightmare!

We built shiny castles in the miasmic air
Illusions, and nothing but hollow
For all feelings, emerging from within
Are blind hatred, cold wrath and burning envy

From blade to bullet to bomb
Thus are the ambassadors of extinction
Thus are the children of men
Nuke the fucking world off Atlas Shoulders
And behold the fall

Dices are rolling
And every side is Nil
Equal to the sum of chances
Equal to the worth of mankind

Dices are rolling
And every side is Nil
Equal to the sum of chances
Equal to the remains of

Dignity, holiness, humanness, benevolence
Pureness, honesty, mercy and grace
Dignity, holiness, humanness, benevolence
Pureness, honesty, mercy and grace

Dices are rolling
And every side is Nil
Equal to the sum of chances
Equal to the worth of mankind