Cursed Like Cain by Extreme Cold Winter Lyrics
The desert sands painted red
Creates an apocalyptic image of its time
A dying landscape
Electric towers burn
Blistering wires on fire
No more golden sunsets
Beyond the horizon
Spiritual desolation
Abomination of the wicked
Ancient shadows over times to come
The night is flowing
Wandering through, silent over the earth
Covered in blood
Spiritual desolation
Abomination of the wicked
Suffocating in a world created by sin
Walking through fields
Sleeping on the border
Exploring the vast forest
I would rather have wings
Ancient shadows over times to come
The night is flowing
Wandering through, silent over the earth
Covered in blood
Cast out all evil in this world
The curse of sin infected the universe
Thorns of nature
The suffering of the plants
Pass curse to blessing
Fruitful is the land
Peace and security
Sudden destruction
Comes over them
This is the evil
That causes so much pain
This is the end
The end of time
The desert sands painted red
Creates an apocalyptic image of its time
A dying landscape
Electric towers burn
Blistering wires on fire
No more golden sunsets
Beyond the horizon
Creates an apocalyptic image of its time
A dying landscape
Electric towers burn
Blistering wires on fire
No more golden sunsets
Beyond the horizon
Spiritual desolation
Abomination of the wicked
Ancient shadows over times to come
The night is flowing
Wandering through, silent over the earth
Covered in blood
Spiritual desolation
Abomination of the wicked
Suffocating in a world created by sin
Walking through fields
Sleeping on the border
Exploring the vast forest
I would rather have wings
Ancient shadows over times to come
The night is flowing
Wandering through, silent over the earth
Covered in blood
Cast out all evil in this world
The curse of sin infected the universe
Thorns of nature
The suffering of the plants
Pass curse to blessing
Fruitful is the land
Peace and security
Sudden destruction
Comes over them
This is the evil
That causes so much pain
This is the end
The end of time
The desert sands painted red
Creates an apocalyptic image of its time
A dying landscape
Electric towers burn
Blistering wires on fire
No more golden sunsets
Beyond the horizon