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 pïnk ones

9 blue ones

2 black ones



- In memory of the Redeemers; 20.4.1999