KindredSons

                                     The Kindred: The Sons

Blood of Caine,
     Make us sane.

To pull the brood,
From your empty womb.
     Encourage my dark mood,
     To bring forth your doom.

Blood of sin,
     Let us in.

To ravage lust,
With the wild ones.
     Seek not trust,
     In your faithful sons.

Blood of our name,
     Make us insane.

Rape the hallowed,
To draw out screams of dread.
     Love must wallow,
     In the black hearts of the kindred.