In Coffles They Were Led کے بول

Galleons prepared for the ride loaded with the nation's raw source of labor With not a courtesan in the swarthy bunch So intolerably loathsome was the stench of the kidnapped that the air was unfit for respiration The chained turned delirious from the weight of their fate Their brutish tempers curbed By ten to twenty lashes The pain made them abate their Courage and beliefs In Coffles They Were Led Their brutish tempers curbed By ten to twenty lashes Wrists and ankles bruised From the weight of fetters May Christian faith release us from this guilt So that we may uphold our mission May Christian faith release us from this guilt So that we may never be led All that is injurious to our existence must be annihilated Someday this ruinous practice will come to haunt our peoples and our cultures