Cain

1. Cain I gave you my love Though crystallized I sent you a rose with nevermore So many years So many hours And only thistles on my shore For all that it's worth The blood on my hands Is the blood of divinities And all that is lost Sound or unsound O

Ancient Rites Miscellaneous Cain I live to die How can my father turn to a God Who creates everything to die? I feel deceived, rejected... How can one pray? All so useless, senseless, cruel... Then I prefer to turn away Then I prefer to turn away Fro