[Verse] Dust in the air, the ground won't rest, A shadow falls where the sun's confessed. A field of grain, but the roots run red, A brother's curse, a brother's bed. [Chorus] Blood in the furrows, tears in the clay, One hand to the plow, the other to pray. Heaven won't answer, the earth won't stay still, Cain walks the valley, bound to his will. [Verse 2] Abel's flock by the river bends low, The lambs all scatter where the cold winds blow. A stone in the hand, a cry in the throat, The sin of a man, on the river it floats. [Prechorus] Oh, the mark he wears, it burns like a brand, Not a home in this world, not a place to stand. [Chorus] Blood in the furrows, tears in the clay, One hand to the plow, the other to pray. Heaven won't answer, the earth won't stay still, Cain walks the valley, bound to his will. [Bridge] The crows they gather, their wings like night, They feast on the harvest of a brother's fight. The soil drinks deep, but it won’t forget, The cries of the fallen, the weight of regret.
