Crying Cain

Concieved in a world of pain
A world that may never reign
They found our light in vain
Yet obtaining it with their love

The children of the moonlit skies
Ones who have consecrate eyes
First born sons of dusk
Bred to be made in the autumn's dust

He is your savior untill the day you die
His blood touching my throat into my soul

When wolves and lions intertwine
It is beautiful for the blind
The colour of grey seeps within

Cain's sould is forver with us
Our childe bred from the darkness

Cain

Goodbye

Swept away in sweet rapture
He shall return to us someday

Cain come back to us