Songtext von Of Spears And Horns

Into the far reaches of The Atlantic Empires The continent of brutes Possessed a class of servants A pattern soon modified And enhanced by their masters Transforming the existing Forms of servitude This acquirement brought Future disasters The advanced complexions Frightened the sickly fools At the end of their journey Through summer storms The New World awaited Their precious merchandise Made captive by other Tribes of spears and horns Bred for servile labor Cleansed for the auction Doom for the not able Public humiliation