Nightwish - The Kinslayer

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 pink ones
9 blue ones
2 black ones

The Doors - The Spy

THE DOORS - Alabama Song

Well, show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

Show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

For if we don't find
The next whiskey bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, i tell you i tell you we must die

Oh, moon of alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why

Oh, moon of alabama
[ Doors, The Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why

Well, show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

Show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why oh, don't ask why

For if we don't find
The next little girl
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, i tell you i tell you we must die

Oh, moon of alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why