Machine Men The Slave Trade
The trumpet’s hooting
as a sign of warning
They will come
We have to stay awake
whole highland
covered by the fog
as far as the eye can reach
We are for sale
I’m not telling tales
We are for sale
No more day dreams if they take me away
The flames of torches
A prince with his rifle men
On the orders of the king
All men will be taken away
Stay down
Be silent and close your eyes
Lie down or you’ll meet your fate, you’ll see
We are for sale
I’m not telling tales
We are for sale
In the slave trade
