The Cry of Mankind (Live in Krakow)

If 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, I believe he wept

I will make them all lie down, oh
Down where hope of lies dying, oh
With lust, you're kicking mankind to death
We will die without hope

You trample 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, oh
This is a weary hour, oh

Thank you



Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Stainthorpe, Andrew David Craighan, Martin Powell, Adrian Richard Winfield Jackson, Richard Dominic Miah, Calvin Webster Robertshaw
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