The resources of Cain
There are tragedies to endure,
Inclement that forget?
Well, it looks like it would have
That erase my memory.
They are resources of Cain
To escape this story.
Let the infamy come to an end,
Let a bugle of glory sound,
May the new time be better.
Oh, a tender heart
Let us announce another era,
May the new time be better.
So many things I already lost
So many others I pretended,
Each in their own way
He saw the 'grim reaper' one day.
But I only survived
Thinking of the ones I wanted.
Let the infamy come to an end
Let a clarion of glory sound
May the new time be better.
Spring, spring,
Where your color was lost
In the night of pain?
Spring, spring
Come back to life,
Your blue tones put on me.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)