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. (Tarja Turunen). Facing this unbearable fear like meeting an. old friend. (Ike Vil). "Time to die poor mates you made me what I am".. (Tarja Turunen). In this world of a million religions everyone prays the same way. (Ike Vil). "Your praying is in vain it'll all be over soon" .. (Tarja Turunen). Father help me save me a place by your side. (Ike Vil). "There is no God our creed is but for ourselves". "Not a hero unless you die. Our species eat the wounded ones".. (Tarja Turunen). Drunk with the blood of your victims. I do feel your pity-wanting pain. Lust for fame a deadly game. (Ike Vil). "Run away with your impeccable kin". (Tarja Turunen). 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?