They were crying when their sons left
God is wearing black
He's gone so far to find no hope
He's never coming back
They were crying when their sons left
All your men must go
He's come so far to find no truth
He's never going home
Young men standing on the top of their own grave
Wondering when Jesus comes, are they gonna be saved
Holy to the little bishop, tells the king his lies
Maybe you're a mourner, maybe you deserve to die
They were crying when their sons left
God is wearing black
He's gone so far to find no hope
He's never coming back
They were crying when their sons left
All your men must go
He's come so far to find no truth
He's never going home