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.
bleat, goat, propelling, warning, serve