Redeemers in Blood

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