The bible accounts a history
that a terrible God dictated
the drama of two brothers
the justice and the traitor
Abel mean and coward
the servant of his mister
Caín that diddn't enter in the game
and that he revealed
I cruse thunders on you the voice of your judge
our father that we deprived of the Eden
Caín broke with a gesture
your yoke of slavery
fled of the eye implacable
you carried your own cross
pursued through breaking a law
that nobody understands and that no account with him
you'll suffer you'll die that is your will
but although here there are sons of Caín.
the race of the fugitive
you grew and multiplied
the3 sign that the margins
already you never erased.
I curse you cry the sons of Abel
at the right hand of your mister the ability
you'll suffer you'll die that is your will
but although here there are sons of Caín.
perhaps the men are
at a time Abel and Caín
maybe someboidy destoryed the dark there's in me
the destination isn't marked at he birth
I'vechosen to be whatever I'll always be
son of Caín
sons of Caín
sons of Caín
sons of Caín....