An alchemy, human alchemy 
We stole them from their freedom to be sold 
To turn their skins of black into the skins 
Of brightest gold 
An alchemy, human alchemy 
 
We stoked the fires of trade with human coals 
And made our purses from the flailed skins of 
Purest souls 
An alchemy, human alchemy 
 
Other lands became a larder full of all the good things 
All we had to do was go and take 
Blood the colour rain that grew our wicked harvest 
Black the colour icing on our cake 
An alchemy, human alchemy 
 
We stole their babes and mothers, chiefs and braves 
Although we held the whip, you knew we were 
The real slaves 
To alchemy, human alchemy 
 
Alchemy, human alchemy