For whom the gun tolls
for whom the prey weeps
bow before a war
call it religion
Some wounds never heal
some tears never will
dry for the unkind
cry for mankind
Even the dead cry
their only comfort
kill your friend, I don`t care
orchid kids, blinded stare
Need to understand
no need to forgive
no truth no sense left to be followed
Facing this unbearable fear like meeting an old friend
" Time to die, poor mates, you made me what I am"
In this world of a million religions everyone prays the sameway
" Your praying is in vain, it`ll all be over soon"
Father help me, save me a place by your side
" There is no god, our creed is but for ourselves"
" Not a hero unless you die
Our species eat the wounded ones"
Drunk with the blood of your victims
I do feel your pity-wanting pain
Lust for fame, a deadly game
" Run away with your impeccable kin"
Good wombs hath borne bad sons...
Cursing, God, why ?
Falling for every lie
survivors` guilt
in us forevermore
15 candles
redeemers of this world
dwell in hypocrisy
how were we supposed to know ?
The kinslayer...