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 [bad word] Kill your friend, I don`t care
Orchid kids, blinded stare

Need to understand
No need to forgive
No [bad word] 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
 [bad word] with the blood of your victims
I do feel your pity-wanting pain,
Lust for fame, a deadly game [bad word] 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?