[Lyric: Cornelius Brastad]



THE SKY LOOKED LIKE AN AUTUMN FIELD

SHIMMERING GRAIN AND LIQUID GOLD

MY FAMILY AND ME, FLEW WITH THE BUS



WE TOOK OF ON THE RUNWAY,

BID THE EARTH FAREWELL

WE ACCELERATED TOWARDS THE WATER

AT A FRIGHTENING PACE I HUMBLY WENT FORWARD



WE SANK IN THE STRAIT BETWEEN

THE TWO FACTORIES

I PLAYED IN AS CHILD



WE WERE REAPING FOR ABEL

WHEN HIS WICKED MACHINE

CAME UPON US IN AMBUSH



SPEEDING TOWARDS US DOWN THE STEEP HILLSIDE

SKINNING THE SOIL OF ITS

BLESSED OWNER I AM CAIN



FOUNDER OF THE CITY

I AM CAIN

CIVILISATION WITHOUT PITY