The Return of the Master

The return of the master. Sadly, it is not the master himself It is the victim of the trade in the shelf. The return of the master. The man in black Has a heart that's dark To the race of the black. The return of the master. Gunless war to 'fashi' the evil of the master Only for the warrior to turn the monster. The return of the master. The field dance The sand prance, Oh, the freedom return' to the slave'! Hush! Presto, the prince kept them in the bitter cave. The return of the master. This master, unlike the first master Laced with treachery that cluster. Peace runs dry Doom runs high. The master with gift of the gab Bitterness prevail Way out, no avail. The return of the master The land dwells in the prison of its product Awaiting the birth of new warrior with good conduct And will he ever ripe to hand the land the real FREEDOM from the master?