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[Ancient History]

It's the dark of the night and the decks are awash,
the decks of the Negro Queen.
Some men lay dying and some lie died,
drowning in pools of brine and blood,
gasping curses and muttering prayers,
the men of the Negro Queen.

Bloody work was done this night,
on the decks of the Negro Queen.
No more enslaved, these ebon men,
Whose hands are drenched in blood,
Calling curses and singing prayers,
the new men of the Negro Queen.

Dawn comes, to combat night,
on the decks of the Negro Queen.
One darksome giant stands from the rest,
His eyes blaze wide with hate,
Ne'er was born such white man's bane,
the Captain of the Negro Queen.

In inky depths of darksome holds,
the holds of the Negro Queen,
A darker shadow moves through the rest,
In her hands a morbid package lies.
Ten white man's hearts, for her a charm will work...