Graves of slaves
Dreaming of long lost days
They paid their wage
They did their time
But happiness was ne'er to find

The dreams of relax and unwind
Are hard to find
While pigs lay at the top
They feed us their slop

Yet in the shadows, voices rise
A whispered rage beneath the skies
The chains may bind, the body breaks
More spirits rise, the earth quakes
The thunderous roars of rage
Bent on turning the page

And they will take.
The swine squeal in fear
As the many dead hands draw near
"Never fear," the dead cry
"For we will always be here"