Текст песни Abracadabra - Angered Slaves

Being in chains, swinging your hammer,
Trying to crush these enourmous rocks.
Digging for gold surrounded by clamor,
You looking down, ignoring the groans.

Down,
Your eyes down
Die here slave
Angered slave
Pathetic slave

You don't have enough food or sleep.
They're generous only for whipping.
Come on, brothers, stop being sheep!
Get up on your feet, blood's riping.

Down,
Your eyes down
Die here slave
Angered slave
Pathetic slave

Death to wardens
Death to wealthy
Bury them all
Under the stones
The songs of the whips are no more,
Our aching back can finally rest
Everyone's dead, now hear our roar:
It's your hour, rejoice, do your best!

No masters above you,
No chains to hold back,
This freedom is new,
Try to do this just right.
They soon will be coming,
Don't forget simple fact:
You're now a criminal,
Get your pockets stacked!

Down,
Your eyes down
Die here slave
Angered slave
Pathetic slave