Born in a fever, baptized in mud
Suckled with urine and fed from the gut
Raised by the snake, home in the swamp
Crawl from the jungle to make the last stand.

Painting the black face with limestone and coals
Fit the cylinder, make-up the brows
Sharpen the blade in a shower of sparks
With a grin round the fangs that shines in the dark.

The army of slaves marching as a man by his side
As they break through the woods by early daylight.

Overwhelming the masses with the cry of the free
Annihilating the rulers they will hang in the trees
So cry for your fellows, your wife and your kids
We caught them at daybreak and cut off their lips.

With poison darts from an ambush and stabs from behind
With fire and sulphur they burn all of their kind
From the white stairs of marble they push off their bones
On the heap of their bodies they build up their thrones.

I am the Baron, the king of the dead
The monarch of maggots, all plagues I will spread
I wear my sunglasses by day and by night
The highpriest of vodou, my power will rise.

So cry for your fellows, your wife and your kids
We caught them at daybreak and cut off their lips
We bathed them in acid and drowned their last breath
In the dark crypts of terror, the dungeons of death.

Raising the pocal to the Carribean Queen
Open the portals to the dungeons of death

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