By Tony DeSantis
Well I’m trying to tell you about a thing
I though I saw. It came to me in a dream
one night when a voice began to call.
I heard my name being summoned as I looked
around to see a hooded judge and jury,
there was no mercy there for me.
Well I can’t make it, I just can’t figure
it out. This dream is drivin’ me crazy,
I gotta know what it’s all about.
The Mark is upon me, and the Mark of
Cain brings fear.
A cold wind’s blowin’ right down my back
I’m runnin,’ I’m runnin’ from a figure
that’s dressed in black. I think my legs
are made out of lead ’cause I’m runnin’ but
I’m going nowhere. The bad dream is
coming closer and closer I got a feelin’
he’ll always be there. Forever is a long
time to spend in agony and the demons
of confusion have got a place for me.
The Mark is upon me
I was tired of runnin’ I had
to turn and look around. I saw eyes
that looked right through me
and a voice that made no sound.
My body froze and I stood and stared,
unearthly face before me, from the depths
of a hooded nightmare I saw what
could not be. Mysteries and mayhem
from the pinnacle. I see there’s no
answer when there’s no question
The Mark of Cain bears hard on me.