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For it's never again I'll breathe the air of home From this sandy edge, the rolling sea breaks my revenge With each whisper a thousand waves, I hear roar I'm coming home Dark is the horizon Blackened by the sun This rotten cage of Bridgetown Is where I now belong All to hell, we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados Where the sugar cane grows taller than the god we once believed in The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island All to hell, we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados Where the sugar cane grows taller than the god we once believed in The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island About This song bio is unreviewed Song Bio This is a song about the Cromwellian conquest of Ireland, during which thousands of irish were sent to Barbados as indentured servants

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