SADDER THAN ANY SONG I'VE SUNG IS GROWING OLD OR DYING YOUNG THIS EARTH IS A GRAVE, ROUND AND GREEN A TOMB ON 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 CHORUS: 2x MAN WITHOUT AN ANSWER LIKE A BIRD WITH BROKEN WING WRAPPED UP IN HIS MISERY FORGETTING HOW TO SING 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: 4x 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 MOURNING WISHING IT COULD QUENCH WITH TEARS THE FIELDS AND SKIES ALL BURNING CHORUS: 2x