Comecon - Propelling Scythes Lyrics
Souls are crushedWith a brittle soundLike crumbs are crushedWhen a table's undoneTheir blood was their wineTheir mind was their meatHere they satBut now they're goneSo bring a law that crime won't breakSo bring a lamb that wolves can't takeSo bring a light the blind can seeGoats bleat, God speed, bring up the fee.Souls fallOver the edgeLike scraps from a tableFor whom was it setFor whom was it sentPropelling scythesPropelling scythesInto propelling scythes they wentSERVE IT AS A WARNINGSERVE IT AS A WARNINGSERVE IT AS A WARNINGSERVE IT AS A WARNINGGOATS BLEAT FOR THE MOURNINGGOATS BLEAT FOR THE MOURNINGGOATS BLEAT FOR THE MOURNINGGOATS BLEAT FOR THE MOURNINGSERVE IT AS A WARNING...etc.