The Granulating Dark Satanic Mills - Carcass

From the weeping womb to the tomb

Towering fuming smokestacks loomed

Aloft the emancipated industrial

mercantile maroon

Your heirs will be deprived this fate

A penitentiary as consumer villeins

Never to enter through

the grim rusting factory gates

Six, zero, two, six

Nine, six, one

Torn apart in the soul destroying…

Six, zero, two, six

Nine, six, one

The granulating dark satanic mills…

Subsisting shackled drudgers & drones

Disassembly line of skin & bone

Collieries not beaches

lie beneath the paving stones

When chattel black turned to white

Rigid binding chains were hidden from sight

The unborn will quench

the thirstful smouldering kiln’s fires

Six, zero, two, six

Nine, six, one

Torn apart in the soul destroying…

Six, zero, two, six

Nine, six, one

Sweat & no redemption in the dark satanic mills

An existence, subservient, binded you’ll see

«A working class hero is something to be»

An existence, subservient, blinded you’ll seed

A working class hero is something to bleed