Lyric The Cry of Mankind

(12:13)

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