Nightwish - The Kinslayer lyrics

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

Fifteen candles redeemers of this world
Dwell in hypocrisy
How were we supposed to know?