Comecon

Souls are crushed
With a brittle sound
Like crumbs are crushed
When a tables undone
Their blood was their wine
Their mind was their meat
Here they sat
But now theyre gone
So bring a law that crime wont break
So bring a lamb that wolves cant 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.
[ Propelling Scythes Lyrics ]