作词 : Tuomas Holopainen 作曲 : Tuomas Holopainen 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?
[00:00.000] 作词 : Tuomas Holopainen [00:01.000] 作曲 : Tuomas Holopainen [00:44.89]For whom the gun tolls [00:47.57]For whom the prey weeps [00:49.70]Bow before a war [00:52.88]Call it religion [00:55.00]Some wounds never heal [00:58.00]Some tears never will [01:00.49]Dry for the unkind [01:03.36]Cry for mankind [01:06.25]Even the dead cry [01:09.18]Their onlyfort [01:10.87]Kill your friend, I don't care [01:14.18]Orchid kids, blinded stare [01:17.04]Need to understand [01:19.79]No need to forgive [01:22.29]No truth no sense left to be followed [01:27.74] [02:29.15]Facing this unbearable fear [02:32.15]like meeting an old friend [02:35.33]Time to die, poor mates, [02:38.26]You made me what I am! [02:39.83]In this world of a million religions [02:42.45] [02:43.13]everyone prays the same way [02:45.82] [02:46.75]Your praying is in vain [02:48.56]It'll all be over soon [02:50.32] [03:02.31]Father help me, save me a place by your side! [03:10.13] [03:18.79]There is no god Our creed is [03:20.54]but for ourselves [03:22.97]Not a hero unless you die Our species eat the wounded ones [03:25.53]Drunk with the blood of your victims [03:27.65] [03:32.52]I do feel your pity-wanting pain, [03:34.14]Lust for fame, a deadly game [03:38.45]Run away with your impeccable kin! [03:39.76]Good wombs hath borne bad sons... [03:41.32]Cursing, God, why? [03:41.88]Falling for every lie [03:43.06]Survivors' guilt [03:43.87]In us forevermore [03:45.56]15 candles [03:47.92]Redeemers of this world [03:50.61]Dwell in hypocrisy: [03:53.23]How were we supposed to know?
