Chords for WOOL OVER OUR EYES | Cult of the Lamb Song!

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[Am] _ _ [F] _ _ [E] _ _ [Ab] As [Am] I slip among the thickets, [F] well, just look at what I found!
[E] An innocent weak creature sitting shivering [C] on the ground,
[Am] Entrapped and gagged and bound [F] upon a [B] sacrificial mound,
Such a miserable [D] predicament!
[E] So how do you [Am] like the sound of a haven-come community,
[F] A vibrant [E] congregation, of waywards just like you,
The fates aligned for [C] me to save from [Am] the depraved and heathen demons
[F] And their vile abominations, [B] enslaving [D] feeble minds [E] into a life of prostration,
[A] Not like my operation, [F] not the slightest correlation,
[E] While we dance as feasts and festivals, it's like we're on vacation,
[Am] No time for contemplation, would you like to come and break [E] some salvation
And explain to me [Am] some light indoctrination?
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[Am] _ _ Welcome [E] _ _ _ _
[Am] in, brethren, [F] step down [E] off the pentagram,
Blessed be and bend the knee and pledge to [C] me forever,
[Am] And forget the need to question [F] and will never need to [B] reprimand,
[D] Lethargy is [E] heresy, you're very keen to lend [Am] a hand,
But lethargy is to render [F] it a temple yet to build,
[E] With many [Am] seeds to tend [Ab] to and the dead [C] still left to kill,
[Am] And every second spare [F] you must remember to keep filled,
[B] In reverent [E] prayer and penance, lest your sentence will be killed,
[Am] Collecting up the mess [F] until they find their crimes [E] regrettable,
All evidence says heaven's [Ab] light's not likely for the [Am] sceptical,
The beddings of the finest [F] moss, the like, an orphaned [E] edible,
Now don't you think your life [Abm] outside was tiresome and [Am] forgettable?
Deep in the [F] bracket of the lips where [E] secrets sleep,
[Ab] Who's that he who would [A] leave [F] it?
Will this [E] soul's devotion reap,
For the lamb who [Am] ate the sheep?
In the [F] back of the woods we [E] begged our lives,
Pretty [C] see that [Am] briefcase blind,
[F] From tree [E] tie and sacrifice,
Pulled down, pulled [C] over, our eyes.
Lost [Fm] nations fill the dish up past the [Dm] gold plate,
Every penny pays [E] to kill the bishops of the old faith,
Our benefactor waits betwixt the crippling links of old chains,
Tethered to the plains until the [Ab] heretics are all slain,
So pay [Fm] the tithes and pray you might remain upon the [G] list of all,
The [E] cherished chosen children whom love has unconditioned,
All your contributions are a solution for the guilt within you,
All our movement may be new but all your [Gm] sins are still original,
You'll [B] find my sermon stirring, form the circle, get your heads down,
Heavy hangs the [E] neck of any vessel of the red crown,
Blessed to be the [Ab] shepherd of the desperate and oppressed,
Now [Em] destined for ascension, now the wealthy ever [Am] left ground,
So empty out your bank accounts and [F] dance around the [E] fire,
And focus your devotion through the crackling of the fire,
So potent it embraces the innards [D] clothed with blackened [E] priors,
As they see it our patron is their anguish and [F] desires.
The gate is closed, set your chair within the deck you [E] dwell,
We've never met and yet we meet again upon my [Am] belt,
The cards you want are often drawn but seldom ever [E] dealt,
The chance land you're [Ab] given may uplift you where you [Am] fell,
Tell me little lamb, do you see destiny, a [E] beautiful,
A spade of dedication, give you bended knee,
A [Am] beautiful fate, predestination or a sanitary,
The [E] truth of all the paths you never take and never leave it,
In the [F] future war, save you're not enslaved,
All of these labels are but [E] shallow things,
You pray the twisting mist that tweaks the hallowed of the [Am] hallowing,
And pray that they may shift amidst the rhapsody of [E] hallows,
And we so just embrace the chaos and the clarity that shallow brings.
Deep in the dark of the woods where secrets sleep,
We're sad, [Am] he who was living,
[F] Feel this soul, did [E] ocean reap,
For the lamb who [Am] has the sheep,
In the [F] dark of the woods we've [E] made our light,
If you [Am] say that faith is blind,
[F] Come to his highest [E] sacrifice,
Pull down, pull [Am] over, I rise.
Come [F] enlightened ones, the hour is at [E] hand,
Or till you doubt the [Ab] crown, the righteous power it [Am] commands,
We swear to scriptures [F] devilish, devout or ever [E] damned,
Till fitted grip of heretics is scoured from the [Am] land,
Who today can [F] truly say their faith has never [E] faltered,
Whose neck so trained to [Bm] pray would never strain against the [Am] altar,
These reins that pave [F] the way towards our patron-traded [E] reign,
And so which way foretained by grace shall face his slain upon [Am] the altar,
For what have we to [F] give once coin and toil have been [E] expended,
For naught have we to live if lots of [Ab] soil to be [Am] lamented,
Are the unascended [F] end to whence our mortal coil has wended,
[E] Arrested then are spoils, not with [G] the spoils we are [Am] intended,
But flesh that quid, [F] that freely grants a life a higher [Am] purpose,
In death a deeper [Ab] meaning, everlasting higher [Am] service,
Sowing seeds for Caesar, [F] reaping flowers, I know who's [E] the first,
You all decided to convert, so tell me why,
As [Am] I know that we are further have [F] been made,
It now to satiate [E] the beast, you chase me away beneath,
And how I crave to be [Am] released, we celebrate,
[F] And blessed flames all pray and take [G] a seat,
And pledge unto their [E] name that you be blazed at [Am] the feast,
And your faithful made [F] unshaken in our monasteries' beliefs,
You've [E] no pain to consecration when [C] there's coffers to [Am] be greased,
Stay graceful to [F] your laity, their prophecy increased,
For [Em] the sheep may be dishevelled, but [B] the flock is [F] being pleased,
Deep in the dark of the woods where [A] secrets sleep,
[E] She said he [Am] who is living,
Who's the [F] [E] bloodshed sentencing,
And the lamb who has [Am] the sheep,
In [F] the dark of the woods [E] with men die,
Greatly say [Am] that they did lie,
[F] And the dying [E] sacrifice,
Go down all [A] over our eyes.
_ _ _ [Ab] [Am] Brothers, [F] sisters, kindred in the [E] dark truth,
Be thankful, not only for [Am] our great patron beneath,
[F] But to those amongst our [E] own congregation [Fm] who in [E] paying their tithes,
Do [Am] so support the great works [F] done here on this YouTube [E] chapel.
Now go [Ab] forth and sing [Am] the hymns of the suggested [F] playlists,
And know [E] that those who [Gb] subscribe to [E] our doctrine be so blessed,
That they [F] should, with thumbs raised, ring [B] bells of [E] celebration,
And hear the good word of our future videos.
So ends this sermon.
Remember the heretic [Ab] burning is at [Dm] 9pm,
And our dark master also said to buy t-shirts.
Thank you. _ _ _