Artist: arghoslent
Song: 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
