Where all rights are evermore gone;
Oh, is there no chance for freedom,
Will we never again see the dawn?
To be beaten and thrown in a dungeon,
Where the eyes of mankind are blind;
To be left for dead in this hell-hole of dread,
Eternally losing your mind.
So, hear the cries from the “big-house,”
From the souls who go down in the strife,
Where souls are evermore striving