"The Kinslayer"

For whom the gun tolls
For whom the prey weeps
Bow before a war
Call it religion

Same 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 umbearable fear like meeting an old friend"
"Time to die, poor mates, you made me what i am!"

"In this world of the million religions everyone prays the same way"
"Your praying is in vain, it 'll be over soon"

"Father help me, save me a place by your side!"

"There is no god, our creed is but for ourselves"
"Drunk with the blood of your victims, i do fed 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's guilt
In us forevermore

15 candles
Redeemers of this world
Dwell in hypocrisy:
"How were we supposed to know"