Enoch (Son of Cain)

I bear my father's mark, black stain For I am Enoch, son of Cain Kinslayer's wretched spawn I am death before the dawn Notoriety in the womb Born to fire, ceaseless doom Made of clay - I have no soul Abomination, no control I am guiltless, I am cursed My father's weakness - violent thirst His blood is running through in my veins Surely driving me insane I hold my tongue, I raise my hand Empires crumble, turn to sand Friend is foe and foe is friend I am the weapon, I am the end Made to walk ancestral path Though it leads to damnation I nourish these fratricidal dreams I am my father's creation