An alchemy, human alchemy

We stole them from their freedom to be sold

To turn their skins of black into the skins

Of brightest gold

An alchemy, human alchemy

We stoked the fires of trade with human coals

And made our purses from the flailed skins of

Purest souls

An alchemy, human alchemy

Other lands became a larder full of all the good things

All we had to do was go and take

Blood the colour rain that grew our wicked harvest

Black the colour icing on our cake

An alchemy, human alchemy

We stole their babes and mothers, chiefs and braves

Although we held the whip, you knew we were

The real slaves

To alchemy, human alchemy

Alchemy, human alchemy