Propelling Scythes Lyrics - Comecon

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