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