Portuguese ships arrive the shore
Bringing slaves to the new world
They killed our families, destroyed our homes
And put us in a ship's hold
They say we are the unbelievers
The ones that have no soul
Reduced us into slavery
And took away our hope
The masters brought their whips
And punishment to our lifes
The fury and rage is growing now
And that will make us rise
A subversive plan is growing stronger
Rebellion is on its way
Two hundred and fifty strong men stand
The masters now will pay
Runaway... into the woods
To meet in the maroon
Only the healthy and the stronger ones
Will fight to meet the doom
The masters gave us suffering
Torture, hunger and pain
The time is short, we are gathering
Masters will die in flames
We'll burned down and pillaged the harbor
Killed the foreman and his family
One hundred houses burning
One day of slaughtery
Runaway... into the woods
To meet in the maroon
Only the healthy and the stronger ones
Will fight to bring the doom
Defeated by the cavalry troops
The rebellion comes to and end
Four men were captured and hanged in public
But their blood was not in vain
They might had killed the rebels
They might had killed the men
But their masters soon will meet their fate
Someday they'll fight again
Runaway
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