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Born in a fever, baptized in mud

Suckled with urine and fed from the gut

Raised by the snake, home in the swamp

Crawl from the jungle to make the last stand.

Painting the black face with limestone and coals

Fit the cylinder, make-up the brows

Sharpen the blade in a shower of sparks

With a grin round the fangs that shines in the dark.

The army of slaves marching as a man by his side

As they break through the woods by early daylight.

Overwhelming the masses with the cry of the free

Annihilating the rulers they will hang in the trees

So cry for your fellows, your wife and your kids

We caught them at daybreak and cut off their lips.

With poison darts from an ambush and stabs from behind

With fire and sulphur they burn all of their kind

From the white stairs of marble they push off their bones

On the heap of their bodies they build up their thrones.

I am the Baron, the king of the dead

The monarch of maggots, all plagues I will spread

I wear my sunglasses by day and by night

The highpriest of vodou, my power will rise.

So cry for your fellows, your wife and your kids

We caught them at daybreak and cut off their lips

We bathed them in acid and drowned their last breath

In the dark crypts of terror, the dungeons of death.

Raising the pocal to the Carribean Queen

Open the portals to the dungeons of death