歌曲 The Kinslayer 歌手 Nightwish

歌词:The Kinslayer 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?"

 

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歌词:

The Kinslayer  
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?"  
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