Pariah's Path

Accursed for ever and driven to exile

Thou shalt be punished, for deeds of death

The earth shall not yield thee, of her fruits

By thy hands her soil stained, with proud men's blood!

The green land, shall withhold from thee

Her beauty and delights

In sadness and dishonour

Shalt thou, depart from thy home!

As thou hast slain thy brother

Loathed of thy kin

A lowly pariah

Shalt wander the earth!

Look not for pity, in this world

For thou are lost in love and favour

Weary the ways you must wander

In dread and of woe!

Whenever one shall meet you

In your guilt, near or far

By his hate reminded

Of his brother's death!

His life was shed

So thou art scourgest

And thou must go

Away from all men's sight!