Accuresed Ground Lyrics

A cold breeze, a flaming sword.
Driven out to the world of suffering,
Man is leaning on his woman.
To tend the soil will be your sentence,
Until age claims its right,
Until ashes returns to ashes and dust returns to dust.
-Eat the fruit and then you will die,
So they were told by the Lord.
Childbirth and prosperity gave solace in their struggle for life.
Fruitfulness, shining sun and water clear as crystal.

But the shadows returned, reminding of Adams fall.
Cain was standing with a rock in his hand.
Abel was lying on the ground, lifeless and cold.