Nightwish - The Kinslayer |
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The Kinslayer
Nightwish For whom the gun tolls for whom the prey weeps bow before a war call it religion some tears never will Some wounds never heal dry for the unkind cry for mankind their only comfort kill your friend, I don't care Even the dead cry orchid kids, blinded stare Need to understand no need to forgive no truth no sense left to be followed "Time to die, poor mates, you made me what I am" Facing this unbearable fear like meeting an old friend "Your praying is in vain, it'll all be over soon" In this world of a million religions everyone prays the same way 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 Lust for fame, a deadly game I do feel your pity "Run away with your impeccable kin" Good wombs hath borne bad sons... Cursing, God, why ? in us forevermore Falling for every lie survivors' guilt 15 candles dwell in hypocrisy redeemers of this world how were we supposed to know |
