Freedom or Death Songtext
von Chur

This smoke is so sweet!
This city is on fire
We see the beheaded beast
Of the slave traders empire


They thought they were so rich
They bought half of the world
Our women turned to their gold
But brought to them our swords

No prisoners, no slaves
Red rivers on the streets
This city is a grave
As it has to be

Freedom or death!

There are no slaves in Paradise