Adore - The Great Escape

They called it drapetomania
We called it freedom
Blood shot eyes
Heat from iron
Branded like cattle
The crisp crack of the whip
The tight grip of rusted chains
Tight like the noose
The violent rip and bloody rape of virgins
Treated as sub-humans
So far from the motherland
Counting time by the moon
Every fiber of this being yells escape
Fast away from this foreign place
Stripped of everything
Verge of starvation. Sick as a dog
Their cruelty still won't weaken
This undying resolve
The fire is lit. The plan is set
Our cloak, the night
The Northern Star, our guide
Tales of abolitionists
With welcoming open arms
Masters called us fugitives, such vigilance
We called it resilience
Endurance
Perseverance
The Resistance
Southern sweat, bloodshed, and tears
That fall like moss from hovering oak trees
The defiance of the righteous shall withstand
Crossing over, freedom, destination
The “Yankee” northern promised land.
Determination to live and die free
And not perish at the feet
Of the inhumane enemy