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The Kinslayer

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 ?


The Kinslayer / Nightwish

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