A statue of fear
To impress the captivated.
No sign of compassion
Now hope is slowly fading
In white-collars vogue
And with weapons to hurt.
They deliver punishment,
Because the blood must squirt
Cruel techniques
Used to cut off hands.
Liberty only comes,
When their life will end
Immense suffering,
Is what they are waiting for.
A beating with hooks,
A nice recipe for... the blood collector
There is only one goal
That is creating a mash
By causing awful pain,
They create remainders of flesh
Bones for breakfast
Slave skins for dinner
With juicy blood for last
Burned on coal for the dinner
The flesh collector
The blood collector