Lord I’ve spilled my brother’s blood Yet no shame dwells in my heart He was the pride of my father A perfect obedient humble son Neither broken back of tired bones Nor two arms covered with scars But all those days are gone The Golden age of privilege And what I’ve found in God are disrespect and ignorance Towards my pain, the silent death of Cain Shivering desires burn inside A fire, a grief, an old fear Lord I’ve spilled my brother’s blood Yet no shame dwells in my heart Marked since the day I was born Yet no one will pray for the silent death of Cain Death of Cain Cursed life In the deepest things of all the day I died I was left utterly alone No one will pray my death as Cain Isteal the days from misery With simple faith and real sins Lord I’ve spilled my brother’s blood Yet no shame dwells in my heart Marked since the day I was born Yet no one will pray for the silent death of Cain But all those days are gone The Golden age of privilege And what I’ve found in God are disrespect and ignorance Towards my pain, the silent death of CainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
