Ultra Nightmare - The Mark of Cain Lyrics

Arisen from the flame of creation
Made in the icon of the paradigm
Conquerors of the stars above
The first Men, perfect creations

Slave to His whim
As he says, not as he does
Masters of the salt, silt, and Earth

An offering demanded
By God
His grace entitled to the
Favored ones

A battle raged
To earn empyrean grace
The fallen bear the
Brand, forevermore

A plague endured for ten
Thousand years beyond
We are his scorge, a flawed creation
We are his spawn
Abandoned here on Earth
Empty words fill our
Hearts with hope

A vacant throne
Sits atop the stars
Humankind
A vagrant race of
Murderers
We shall fulfill
What creator ordained
Slaughter and conquer

God's Creation
Is wicked and vile
What fate awaits
The spawn of Man?

Made in the image
Of the paragon
All of Man
Harbouring the
Mark of Cain