400 Years - Cipher

Imagine.

Ghost come

What happens

Blood and the captain Pirate, Laughing

His catch is the fresh captives. Natives blacks

Those not-quite human Bastards.

Yet I stand here to speak living truths

We Will. Uprise

There is no more time. For foolish pride

There is no escape

No where to hide

We have found the key

The God inside

What’s in the darkness

Must be revealed to light

By and by we’ll defy the cult-poltergeist

From close knifes why do my people all close their eyes

Come to reality, you got the ability

Just can’t see 400 years of captivity