sever the hands & sever the seed
a nation of ghosts toil endlessly
upward they climb, outward they cry
to shuffle & trudge long after they die
bula matari, breaker of rocks
coldly he counts to fatten his stocks
some men work, some men steal
some men break upon the wheel

lush and green before the fall
a nation castrated and locked in thrall
rot the earth the jungle bled
til the soil is bone and stone is dead
whipped and beat til flesh is pulp
pour it in forms with a mighty gulp
dry and ink with care and stealth
press of the flesh to gain your wealth

a moaning tide will rise and yell
cast out of heaven, cast into hell
to sink the stone, the breaker of men
they track the pig into his den
behold a sea, a sea of hands
severed and left to rot the land
the severed sea, a ghostly guide
he sinks beneath the angry tide
sinking now, his cries are lost
below the wake of the human cost
anger echoes far and wide
throughout the earth, throughout all time
dance like coin, oh how they sing
dance like knives upon the king
still the greed, still the sea
still the sting of cruelty

blood like wine now creep and crawl
a jungle of flesh will storm the wall
rotten earth will raise the dead
to vanish the sole of slaver's tread
pulp the meat and flay and beat
to sow the soil so rich and sweet
murderer, oh king of men
we make the earth so green again