For whom the gun tolls
For whom the prey weeps
Bbow 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?"