The Cry of Mankind

You can't expect to see him and survive

You'll shallow 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 here 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