Brand Of Cain - [:SITD:]

We are reflected from our past

A tempting demon — a face unmasked

My brow is marked with the brand of cain

A static tumble of brewing rain

Your way to hell is say «forgive»

The more I suffer the more you live

My confidence — your jealousy

Accused and lost in slavery

I couldn’t go along with that

I feel so cold if I were dead

Collected moments may last for years

Our diary breeds maternal tears

Drifting apart your innocence

I am big farewell you’re second chance

I couldn’t go

I feel so cold

I couldn’t go along with that

Accuse the day on which we met

…und wir dachten, wir würden auf ewig zusammenbleiben.