Tea, herbs and d**h
The worst masters, they have just met
For them they must work faster,
or their veins will be bled
Under command
They have to overload bags with content
While having a rope on their throat,
and a brand on their hand
Men with white wigs,
maim them and totally beat them with sticks
They tell the slaves to serve
and prepare a stoning with bricks
Under command, they predict a certain d**h
Under command, with lashes their skins will be peeled
Under command, to perdition they are led
Under command, immense pains will be revealed