The Kinslayer
For whom the gun tollsFor whom the prey weepsBow before a warCall it religion
Some wounds never healSome tears never willDry for the unkindCry for mankind
Even the dead cryTheir only comfortKill your friend, I don't careOrchid kids, blinded stare
Need to understandNo need to forgiveNo 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 godOur creed is but for ourselves"
"Not a hero unless you dieOur species eat the wounded ones"
"Drunk with the blood of your victimsI 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 lieSurvivors' guiltIn us forevermore
Fifteen candlesRedeemers of this worldDwell in hypocrisy:"How were we supposed to know"
Four pink onesNine blue onesTwo black ones