Lyrics:
Organ The Shepherd

Gabriel's blood on my wings Seven fold solo man, Eloheim crowned king I walk through the desert, the Lord is my shepherd I steppeth in the name of my

Sixteen years Sixteen banners united over the field Where the good shepherd grieves Desperate men, desperate women divided Spreading their wings neath

of a catholic priest aren't easy to ignore but i can not control myself he rips my soul apart for one small sheep among my flock has stolen the shepherd

in control to waste these jokers in this pathetic game He would choke the sleaze pig He would shepherd the sheep off the cliff He would crush all organs

You had an organ, it was in the basement, your momma used to go down and play. You had an organ, it was in the basement, we'd stay down there all day

of St. Nicholas's Church found their organ broken. So the priest and organist began composing a song that could be sung without an organ, yet beautiful

[Originally by Bob Dylan] Sixteen years Sixteen banners united over the field Where the good shepherd grieves Desperate men, desperate women divided

and corpses, only tools and corpses Opened gashes and visible bone shown Terrified corpses unable to moan now Bloody chunks of my human sacrifice Pulled apart like helpless laboratory mice Laying their cold organs

Sixteen years, Sixteen banners united over the field Where the good shepherd grieves. Desperate men, desperate women divided, Spreading their wings 'neath