Ruined Nation s'inspire des thèmes récurrents présent dans les oeuvres de H.P Lovecraft tout en y effectuant de manière métaphorique des parallèles avec l'endoctrinement religieux, l'integrisme et le fanatisme.
Chtonian Civilization
The sun is putting of,
Its beams disapear while limbs are extenting.
The light is dying, falling into darkness inescapabling.
Under this cursed earth, a dark world is resting :
volcanic rocks, heavy atmopshere, heat,
pressure, death's smelling...
In this temple of madness,
some idols stick out puppet's strings,
Indocrinated by a belief of immortality.
Lords of war, reciting canticles,
take along consciences which corrupted in a fatal fanaticism.
Slaves of icon of shoddy gods,
your madness will burn your spirit,
it lowers you to the row of subman.
The damned hearts venerate spectra,
creatures without physical life,
but with the pshychic superiority,
which devour their existence.
the disciples of the phantasmagoric writings,
tries to change their life,
inventing new rites unceasingly,
in the honor of their gods,
hoping to find the direction of their presence,
in our world.
the power of these monsters is immense,
it pushes the men at war...
Cult of Djihad
Die! Parasite!
You try to extend your madness,
But your search is useless.
You spread your fine words
Like a venom.
You rot this planet
In propagating your lies.
You controlled the weak ones,
But know
That you will never do me one of yours.
When the twilight of the idols will come,
Human species’ delivery will be.
Humanity will begin again their freedom.
At this moment,
the domination of the lies will end.
As long as pure being will remain,
Your projects will be destroying.
Slaves carry out their eternal war
under the banner of hypocrisy.
my standard of hatred will be drawn up
in front of the extension of your djihad.
Venerate your god,
Pours blood for him,
Continuous your offerings
but, know that if one day you leave your imaginary world,
death will be your only destiny.
So, stop the madness,
change camp and kill your similar.
This holy war, in the name of a false god,
Is the sign of human decadence.
This fall into integrism, without end, of the human race
Is irremediable…
Ark of Vultures
when this pathetic war ends,
when humanity is exterminated,
when self-destruction is right of all,
only nothing remains
At this time there,
the faithful ones will realize
that all was only illusion.
The promised paradise was only one lure
for better handling the weak ones.
The divine will have been achieved,
The believing will not have anything
in this devastated world.
Then, the winners, the gods,
will feed themselves with hearts of the insane ones which,
in the hope of a better world,
reduced this one has nothing.
the few survivors of this conflict
will have not any more goal in their life.
The only solution will be
the wandering without end
in this empty world.
the men will remain solitary
in a cold and dark world.
Their redemption will be impossible,
the evil will already have been made,
it will not have more nothing to hope.
What are us now awaited?
Nothing… the bell tolls on this planet.
all will have be burning
in order to rebuild.
The kingdom of fire and blood will not reborn,
Limbs will be eternal…