Upon a cross
Facing the wind
Slowing the blood
Dormant within
And such is man
Animal; rash
Tired; embittered
Working to revert to ash
We Toil
We're damned
We Toil
Until the day we're in the ground
Drowing in wealth
Hoarding their gold
Starving the weak
Our doom foretold
And such is man
A beast of wrath
Hateful and cold
Working blindly towards death
We Toil
We're damned
We Toil
Until the day we're in the ground
Liars, Cowards, Killers, Thieves
Blood falls, like raindrops, we shall never, be clean
Again...
Upon a cross
Facing the wind
Slowing the blood
Dormant within
And such is man
A beast of wrath
Tired; embittered
Working blindly towards death
We Toil
We're damned
We Toil
Until the day we're in the ground