It was a long and torturous way
In the hulls of beasts
Through the cold and turbulent waves

It was on a thieving wind
My forefathers wailed and groaned
In the scorn of their bonds

It was a plentiful trail
For the menacing sharks
All prowling in wait

It was and remains
The quietest crime
Engulfed by the sea
By the wrathful abyss

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