Caïna - Murrain

These are the hands that pluck
These are the souls to break
I will teach thieves to steal
And I will lay with them to die
These are the hands that pluck
These are the ones to kneel
A cold silence rises anew
Splintered with words you dare not speak
Carved into earth, the skin of a planet dead
These are the hands that pluck
These are the hands that steal
Forever on their knees
The eternal famine of the (spiritual) body
These are the wounds we keep carved on the backs of fools
I will lie before God
And watch your greatest failings
I will teach you to steal
I will teach you to lie
I will teach you to wound
I will teach you to hunt
Down within the aether
Gathers a new kind of darkness
Carves up with wounds
Those which will not heal
These are the hands that pluck
These are the hands that steal
These are the hands that pluck