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 friends, 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!"