The Kinslayer
Nightwish"The Kinslayer" ist ein Song von Nightwish, 2006, Pop. Der Song dauert 3:53, 40 lines / 195 words.
Songtext
0:44For whom the gun tolls
0:47For whom the prey weeps
0:49Bow before a war
0:52Call it religion
0:55Some wounds never heal
0:58Some tears never will
1:00Dry for the unkind
1:03Cry for mankind
1:06Even the dead cry
1:09Their onlyfort
1:10Kill your friend I don't care
1:14Orchid kids blinded stare
1:17Need to understand
1:19No need to forgive
1:22No truth no sense left to be followed
2:29Facing this unbearable fear
2:32Like meeting an old friend
2:35Time to die poor mates
2:38You made me what I am
2:39In this world of a million religions
2:43Everyone prays the same way
2:46Your praying is in vain
2:48It'll all be over soon
3:02Father help me save me a place by your side
3:18There is no god Our creed is
3:20But for ourselves
3:22Not a hero unless you die Our species eat the wounded ones
3:25Drunk with the blood of your victims
3:32I do feel your pity-wanting pain
3:34Lust for fame a deadly game
3:38Run away with your impeccable kin
3:39Good wombs hath borne bad sons
3:41Cursing God why
3:41Falling for every lie
3:43Survivors' guilt
3:43In us forevermore
3:4515 candles
3:47Redeemers of this world
3:50Dwell in hypocrisy:
3:53How were we supposed to know
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 onlyfort 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
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