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

Fifteen candles

Redeemers of this world

Dwell in hypocrisy

How were we supposed to know?