Tea, herbs and death 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 death Under command, with lashes their skins will be peeled Under command, to perdition they are led Under command, immense pains will be revealed
command, stoning, wig, herb, predict