Take my hand son One last lesson Remains Since the beginning of time Strict rules apply
Each caring father teaches his son The story of two brothers So Kain killed Abel Brought prosperity and joy They filled their tummies And covered their bodies
We are bound by these laws Creator to son For those who want to win the war Others shall burn
You may think it to be harsh Not right Wrong Life sustains on food that’s all You eat your strong
People suffer every day The order Bond All of this may go to waste Just expand a helpful hand
I see you bristle son Daddy really tried To oppose Not Possible boy Too many forces against my effort It’s not all that bad though I mean There shall always be Some sad But what matters in the end Dear You shall have All that you need
Do not try to question me boy You’ve always sucked your mothers toes I’d really wish you where more of a man I can bet you’re not even mine
You insult my mind experience knowledge How do you dare to offend your father Do you remember your friendly neighbour He perished before he could bloom
Stories like that multiply By times we vocalized our minds You’re angry and proud All my blood But that attitude won’t help at all
We are on this path my son So carry the torch Teach your own Hundred of thousands tried to fight Their names now deleted from cards of time So young yet so smart my kin my heart Still not touched by woman hands But so so mature for his age Daddy is proud yet again
So you are going for some water son Son What are you Son Son Son