An alchemy, human alchemy
  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