They never see the daylight For as the whip cracks at dawn The slaves scurry to its lashes Oh so proud to be forlorn
No devils in this underworld The monsters here are all too real And slowly the machine churns on With minions down at heel
The wraiths emerge in darkness To half escape their treadmill tomb And wretched they tramp homeward In the gathering gloom
No devils in this underworld The monsters here are all too real And slowly the machine churns on With minions down at heel
Exhausted by their hard labour Up the stairs and in to bed They freeze in night’s cold embrace Until each day they wake-up dead
No devils in this underworld The monsters here are all too real Satanic verses miss the point Satanic mills breathe the chill we feelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
