Caine! Caine!
The voice of your brother's blood
Cries to me from the ground
I
curse that ground
And I curse you
Be a fugitive and a vagabond
All your wretched life
And should you find
a wife
I curse her too...
And all your tainted progeny
Your children's children's children
Even to the seventh
generation!
Let the righteous hear:
The seed of Caine with guilt and shame is ridden.
All concourse with them is
forevermore forbidden
Shun them like the scorpion and shark
And that you may know them
On Caine I set this mark.
The
race of Caine must ever bear this mark!
The wild beast howl and the wild winds blow
And the seeds of the tree of knowledge
grow
And you know things now you wish you didn't know
In the wasteland...
In the wasteland...
In the wasteland...
