Comecon – Propelling Scythes

Souls are crushed

With a brittle sound

Like crumbs are crushed

When a table’s undone

Their blood was their wine

Their mind was their meat

Here they sat

But now they’re gone

So bring a law that crime won’t break

So bring a lamb that wolves can’t take

So bring a light the blind can see

Goats bleat, God speed, bring up the fee.

Souls fall

Over the edge

Like scraps from a table

For whom was it set

For whom was it sent

Propelling scythes

Propelling scythes

Into propelling scythes they went

SERVE IT AS A WARNING

SERVE IT AS A WARNING

SERVE IT AS A WARNING

SERVE IT AS A WARNING

GOATS BLEAT FOR THE MOURNING

GOATS BLEAT FOR THE MOURNING

GOATS BLEAT FOR THE MOURNING

GOATS BLEAT FOR THE MOURNING

SERVE IT AS A WARNING…etc.

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