All to hell we must sailFor the Shores of sweet BarbadosWhere the sugar cane grows tallerThan the god we once believed inTill the butcher and his crownRaped the land we used to sleep inNow tommorow chimes of ghostly crimesThat haunt Tobacco Island”“

All to hell we must sail
For the Shores of sweet Barbados
Where the sugar cane grows taller
Than the god we once believed in
Till the butcher and his crown
Raped the land we used to sleep in
Now tommorow chimes of ghostly crimes
That haunt Tobacco Island”“

@6 months ago