Nil is a word commonly used to mean not in list or zero; it is one of several names for the number 0.
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Null may refer to:
NULL
, nil
, or None
), used in computer programming for an uninitialized, undefined, empty, or meaningless valueNil (stylized as nil) is a Japanese rock band that was formed in 1998 by Tetsu Takano (ex-Malice Mizer, ex-Mega8Ball, ex-Zigzo, The JuneJulyAugust), Hiroyuki Kashimoto and Kyoshi Moro. The original intent of Nil was to become Tetsu's solo unit and even though it has become a full fledged band, all lyrics and songwriting has been solely handled by Tetsu. The band only lasted briefly during its first incarnation and went on hiatus by the end of 1998. It would not resurface until the middle of 2002 when they would start recording again and Tetsu formed his own record label, Afro Skull Records. The name "Nil" literally means "absolute zero" and as an acronym refers to "native irreligious language".
In 2005, Nil had many setbacks which resulted in the departure of founding members Kashimoto and Moro who both left the band on January 10, 2005, the last day of the "Touring Inferno" tour. Eventually replacement drummer Furuton (ex-Oblivion Dust, ex-Mega8Ball support) left the band after only 6 months. By the end of 2005 Nil finally settled down with the addition of Masaru Kobayashi (ex-Soy Sauce Sonix, ex-Sads, The Cro-Magnons) on bass and Kazama Hiroyuki (ex-Fantastic Designs) on drums.
Curtain's up
For this lurid age
Clear the ring
For oppression and greed
Welcome to this wasteland
Of blight and havoc
Once known
As my home
Deleting fulfilled
Erasing procedure done
Cleansing complete
It's done, my friend
It's over and done
There was nothing left
But the smell of Salassian blood
Nil and nothing left
But the braying void in our homes
I never forgot
The eyes of the kids
Wrested from their moms
To be sold into slavery
I still can hear
The cries of the raped
The bellow of the flames
The hymn of absurd death
Deleting fulfilled
Erasing procedure done
Cleansing complete
It's done, my friend
It's over and done
Heed the chronicles
Of lucrative genocide
The annals of effaced tribes
Pages written in blood
Ave Caesar, Augustus
It's done, my friend
It's over and done
There was nothing left
But the smell of Salassian blood
Nil and nothing left
But the braying void in our homes