you can't expect to see him and survive
you'll swallow his tongue of thorns
his mouth, dripping with flies
in his glorious kingdom of fire
but i believe he wept
i will make them all lie down
down where hope lies dying
with lust, you're kicking mankind to death
we live and die without hope
you tramp us down in a river of death
as i stand here now, my heart is black
i don't want to die a lonely man
this is a weary hour
this is a weary hour
