We are the children of Cain
And this is our new Jerusalem
Forty days in the desert
Have turned our bodies to stone
They say the past is another country
I don’t want to live there anymore
Feared half-truths in far flung towns
And our silent mythologies
Today I walked with the dead
For the last and final time
Stared down prophets of doom and dread
And reached out for your hand
We drew our swords in faith and anger
And shall not be denied
Our song is of righteous fury
Children of Cain
We rise
Children of Cain
We rise
Children of Cain
Rise Cain’s children
This is your time
Children of Cain
Sword of faith