歌手:Nightwish
专辑:《Tales from the Elvenpath》

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 15
Redeemers of this world
Dwell in hypocrisy
How were we supposed to know?