Besedila: Kataklysm. Epic: The Poetry Of War. Wounds.

If you exist, why don't you heal my wounds?
If you're God, release me from this tomb
Why don't you heal my wounds?
Why don't you heal my wounds?
Why don't you heal my wounds?
Release me from this tomb

Don't you care? Why don't you care?
About all whom have died
In the name of the father
And the son and the holy spirit
Tell me why you betray
The ones you're supposed to love?
You're supposed to love

I've seen innocent men fall
I've seen darkened souls live forever
Praying changed nothing
So I fall shameless
To the wound called existence
I fear nothing but myself

I've seen innocent men fall
I've seen darkened souls live forever
Praying changed nothing
So I fall shameless
To the wound called existence
I fear nothing but myself

Don't you care? Why don't you care?
About all whom have died
In the name of the father
And the son and the holy spirit
Tell me why you betray
The ones you're supposed to love?

If you exist why don't you heal my wounds?
If you're God, release me from this tomb
Why don't you heal my wounds?
Why don't you heal my wounds?
Why don't you heal my wounds?
Release me from this tomb

I've seen innocent men fall
I've seen darkened souls live forever
Praying changed nothing
So I fall shameless
To the wound called existence
I fear nothing but myself

I've seen innocent men fall
I've seen darkened souls live forever
Praying changed nothing
So I fall shameless
To the wound called existence
I fear nothing but myself