Cane The Unable

Wield your pistol and sword, if you want to Let the arrows fly, I don't care You inject the world with your hatred You're one last soul I have to spare Can you hear the Abel calling? Why did you have to make your stand Can't you hear your brother calling? Knowing His blood cries out from this land His blood is on your hands They whisper lies in your ear Don't believe a word they say They just want to make you hate your brother So we won't see them make their play Can you hear Abel calling? Why did you have to make your stand Can't you hear your brother calling? Knowing His blood cries out from this land. His blood is on your hands Can you hear Abel calling? Why did you have to make your stand Can't you hear your brother calling? Knowing His blood cries out from this land His blood is on your hands Blood Blood Blood Blood On your hands On your hands Blood Blood Blood Blood On your hands On your hands