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

The Kinslayer歌词

NightWish

简介： Nightwish夜愿港台译名日暮颂歌是一支成立于1996年来自芬兰的剧院金属美声金属乐队乐队大多数歌曲的词由键盘手托马斯·霍洛帕尼所撰写前任女主唱塔雅·图仑尼的声音使得夜愿扬名国际在2005年10月

[ti:The Kinslayer]
[ar:Nightwish]
[00:41.26]For whom the gun tolls
[00:43.65]For whom the prey weeps
[00:46.50]Bow before a war
[00:48.85]Call it religion
[00:51.46]Some wounds never heal
[00:54.16]Some tears never will
[00:56.95]Dry for the unkind
[00:59.53]Cry for mankind
[01:02.50]Even the dead cry
[01:05.26]Their only comfort
[01:08.22]Kill your friend, I don’t care
[01:10.80]Orchid kids, blinded stare
[01:13.56]Need to understand
[01:16.15]No need to forgive
[01:18.56]No truth no sense left to be followed
[02:24.19]Facing this unbearable fear
[02:27.40]like meeting an old friend
[02:30.30]Time to die, poor mates,
[02:32.10]You made me what I am!
[02:34.97]In this world of a million religions
[02:38.05]everyone prays the same way
[02:41.42]Your praying is in vain
[02:42.51]It’ll all be over soon
[02:57.33]Father help me, save me a place by your side!
[03:02.12]There is no god Our creed is
[03:03.96]but for ourselves
[03:08.09]Not a hero unless you die Our species eat the wounded ones
[03:13.03]Drunk with the blood of your victims
[03:15.21]I do feel your pity-wanting pain,
[03:18.69]Lust for fame, a deadly game
[03:21.06]Run away with your impeccable kin!
[03:25.65]Good wombs hath borne bad sons...
[03:29.16]Cursing, God, why?
[03:31.21]Falling for every lie
[03:33.96]Survivors’ guilt
[03:36.17]In us forevermore
[03:39.44]15 candles
[03:42.09]Redeemers of this world
[03:44.67]Dwell in hypocrisy:
[03:47.19]How were we supposed to know?