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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 same way
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?