Children of Cain

Could it be the fact that I’m wicked?
This type of life, Creator, did I pick it?
Did it choose me as part of a plan?
And to lose me just wandering the land?
Children of Cain, just nod to this (Nod to this)
Children of Cain, just nod to this (Nod to this)
Cursed with blood of brother on hands
Those who search for peace, they understand
Could it be the fact that I’m wicked?
This type of life, Creator, did I pick it?
Did it choose me as part of a plan?
And to lose me just wandering the land?
Children of Cain, just nod to this (Nod to this)
Children of Cain, just nod to this (Nod to this)
Cursed with blood of brother on hands
Those who search for peace, they understand
Didn’t accept what he tried to offer
All he wanted was her because he loved her
Jealousy turned brother against brother
Blood was shed for a gleam while our mother
Confused. To ponder the word, he did listen
Without shedding the blood, there’s no remission
Descendants of the firstborn murderer
Created first city, master builder
Check lineage — Lamech begets Noah
Could it be the fact that I’m wicked?
This type of life, Creator, did I pick it?
Did it choose me as part of a plan?
And to lose me just wandering the land?
Children of Cain, just nod to this (Nod to this)
Children of Cain, just nod to this (Nod to this)
Cursed with blood of brother on hands
Those who search for peace, they understand
Could it be the fact that I’m wicked?
This type of life, Creator, did I pick it?
Did it choose me as part of a plan?
And to lose me just wandering the land?
Children of Cain, just nod to this (Nod to this)
Children of Cain, just nod to this (Nod to this)
Cursed with blood of brother on hands
Those who search for peace, they understand
Creator, can our people be spared?
This punishment is greater than we can bear
Hunted like animals, down, we’re torn
Given Mark of The Beast before born
Feel we deserve it, oppressors don’t mourn
Cursed on the planet, were we sworn
Why do we go through so much pain?
Unforgiven since past from Cain
Living, hope we’re dead — what’s to gain?
Dying in floods, our souls burns in flames
The way our people get treated is insane
People torture us in Your name
It’s like we’re just pieces of a game
The world just laugh but should be ashamed
It’s time to fight back, Children of Cain
It’s time to fight back, Children of Cain
Could it be the fact that I’m wicked?
This type of life, Creator, did I pick it?
Did it choose me as part of a plan?
And to lose me just wandering the land?
Children of Cain, just nod to this
Children of Cain, just nod to this
Cursed with blood of brother on hands
Those who search for peace, they understand
Those… they understand