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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

 - In memory of the Redeemers 20.4.1999