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