Sadder than any song I've sung
Is growing old or dying young
This earth is a grave, round and green

A tomb of sorrow which I've seen

A massive field we wander through

Great sky above vast and blue
Death may come in a day or two
Whether or not I'm false or true


Man, without an answer
Like a bird with broken wing

Wrapped up in his misery
Forgetting how to sing [repeat]


Straight from the stretched out womb of sin
The horrid fire bombs will fall
Here is hope for priests and preachers

Here is heresy for all

So, man unkind will perish

In a final fiery blaze
Or suffocate himself slowly
In his smoggy yellow haze


[Chorus x4]


The sun so sore from marching
Towards that receding west
Where pity no longer governs

With wisdom as his guest

Will rise somewhere south of east

Our sun will rise in morning
Wishing it could quench with tears
The fields and skies all burning


[Chorus x2]