Interpret:

My Dying Bride

Album:

The Angel And The Dark River

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