The sons of cain A blow of sephte And cain killed his brother And insurrection against The tiranny of god Cain worked the land And his hands were in shreds His brother bred cattle And didn't need to work hard An altar was raised And good fruits were burnt But god ignored cain's sacrifice And laughed He'd rather taste The blood of the animals That abel slaughtered And offered to him Frustation And enby were sent by god When abe laughed And mocked cain's effort Cain raised his scythe And reaped a different fruit His bloody stained hands Were a proof of his crime All the people who know not frontiers Have a mark On their skins to be identified Like cain they were betraped by god And we are all the Sons of cain ...