Man Down

Man down, man down

The words die on my breath

There are no echoes in this town 

Man down, man down

There is no magic here

Such freedom lost in fear

Man down 

The devil's ears prick up

The priest has given up

There'll be no revelation 

For cretins congregating round 

Storm clouds are crackling

Witches are gathering 

A dark procession tramps

Stumbles in filthy rags

A corvid croaks decree

A ragged elegy

A barren landscape burns

A sordid message in the earth 

The fools are muttering 

Their brains are stuttering

A simpleton's lament 

In gothic blunderment

May ugly overtones

Play merry on their bones

Before their body's cold

Hyenas rip apart their soul 

Ferocious vehemence

Without experience 

Truth's bolted from the gate

When morons dominate, man down

Man down, man down 

Let my final days

Be righteous in my rage

Man down 

Man down, man down 

Won't you wait for me

Ill be there presently

Man down