Propelling Scythes के बोल

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.