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I was the first born child this world had ever seen.

My mother suffered for me her first time.

The gift of life, the gift of love, she gave it to me.

Her only child. Her only son. A new hope.

(I’m her child, I’m her son!)

How does it feel? The edge of my axe opens your chest.

How does it feel? Your life squirts red into my face.

And then her belly grew big again.

I was curious to see how a human life rises.

Happily I shared everything I've ever learned.

I loved you my blood, my flesh, my brother the thief.

How does it feel? The edge of my axe opens your chest.

How does it feel? Your life squirts red into my face.

We get older, grew together, shared our goods.

Yours was the cattle, mine the fields and both of us we oblate.

It all comes down to blood.

And I’ll take back what’s mine.

Every week a calf lost her life to your knife.

Every week I burnt crop to gratify the almighty god.

It all comes down to blood.

And I’ll take back what’s mine.

(I was the first murderer) this world had ever seen.

So god accept my offering this time,

I hope you like it, it's blood and flesh.

Her only child, her only son. A bloody mark.

I don't know how it feels to be this weak.

Because I stand firm as a rock on the blood-wet ground.