Slaver! Slaver! With glazed eyes of opium eaters Rattling bars with some pield A tantalising, infantiling torment For the promise of freedom Of freedom... Dancing nerves of the soon to be sold Lancing shrieks of the soon to be dead Look to the razored crenellations Hear their diseased whine As they split the wolfish winds A dereliction built into it's spine Dancing nerves of the soon to be sold Lancing shrieks of the soon to be dead Lengthening, grasping shadows of talons Pierce the will of warriors Serrate hardened faith in the pious Who inhale vision from muds Enslaved to the fort of the slavers Woe presides the fort of sorrows Slaver Slaver Slaver Slaver