Winterfylleth 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!