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
 
 15 candles
 Redeemers of this world
 Dwell in hypocrisy:
 "How were we supposed to know?"
 
 4 pink ones
 9 blue ones
 2 black ones