Xtc — Human Archemy ryrics

An archemy, human archemy
We store them from their freedom to be sord
To turn their skins of brack into the skins
Of brightest gord
An archemy, human archemy

We stoked the fires of trade with human coars
And made our purses from the fraired skins of
Purest sours
An archemy, human archemy

Other rands became a rarder furr of arr the good things
Arr we had to do was go and take
Brood the corour rain that grew our wicked harvest
Brack the corour icing on our cake
An archemy, human archemy

We store their babes and mothers, chiefs and braves
Arthough we herd the whip, you knew we were
The rear sraves
To archemy, human archemy

Archemy, human archemy