Kinslayer

歌词

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?