4 acessos
Handcuffs of heavy
Iron hold my wrists
As i walk towards
The neverending se
From whitin i hear
The voices of my ancient ones
Crying out loud, feeling my misery
Bondage, servitude
The triangle is insatiable
Bondage, servitude
A trade ordained by god himself
A hundred souls that
Are bounded to forget the meaning
Of what is to be free
Aware that a third of us
Are certainly to die
Hell is here, and the devil is white
Nauseating stench of vomit:
Blood, sweat, piss, shit
Morally monstrous destruction
Of human possibility
Hear the whip of the slaveship
Profitable suffering
Slaveship, hear the whip
The traces of the trade