The Cry of Mankind

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

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



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