Marooned at Sierra Leone Galleons prepared for the ride loaded with the nation's raw source of labor With not a courtesan in the swarthy bunch
So intolerably loathsome was the stench of the kidnapped that the air was unfit for respiration The chained turned delirious from the weight of their fate
Their brutish tempers curbed By ten to twenty lashes The pain made them abate their Courage and beliefs
In Coffles They Were Led
Their brutish tempers curbed By ten to twenty lashes Wrists and ankles bruised From the weight of fetters
May Christian faith release us from this guilt So that we may uphold our mission May Christian faith release us from this guilt So that we may never be led
All that is injurious to our existence must be annihilated Someday this ruinous practice will come to haunt our peoples and our culturesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
