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?
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