They thought
God would right the wrong
Wrong done to them
For singing freedom\'s song
They sang the song,
Taboo in the land
Raised their voices
Left the Master with no choice
Ship has sailed
They are chained to the oars
\'Keep rowing and don\'t stop\'
What the Master told
The whip swishes through air
Welts spring up on their backs
Blood ooze out
Rivulets running on crisscrossed riverbeds
God hears their prayers
Prayers of the devoted souls
Chained and bound in slavery
Faith beyond hope
HE feels their angst
HIS eyes full of pain
HE can\'t save them
Master offers gold when he prays
Hey slaves, hear my voice
Hear it well
God loves you with all his heart
But he is chained by the rich people\'s wealth
God is in chains, so are you
One is of gold and another of iron
Held with rusting screws
You are your greatest foes
You row and let your master
Make his gold
Stop rowing and strand him at mid sea
See him wriggle
Like a terrified rat to save his skin
He will abandon his God
And so the God shall abandon him
If the master doesn\'t have his gold
Then slaves shall become the Kings