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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 From Letras Mania