Tea, herbs and d**h The worst masters, they have just met For them they must work faster, or their veins will be bled Under command They have to overload bags with content While having a rope on their throat, and a brand on their hand Men with white wigs, maim them and totally beat them with sticks They tell the slaves to serve and prepare a stoning with bricks Under command, they predict a certain d**h Under command, with lashes their skins will be peeled Under command, to perdition they are led Under command, immense pains will be revealed