歌手:Nightwish
专辑:《Highest Hopes-The Best Of Nightwish》

作词 : 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 creed god isOur
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?