The Kinslayer टैब्स

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?