Bound in Servitude

Bound in servitude
Chained to solitude
The crooked fish-face crone who froze me slops
And the emptiness never stops
No the emptiness

The power lands we sucked dry for grain
A drought has come and eaten all your crops
My mistress cries out for her lost youth in vain
Not one drop of rain drops

Emptiness never stops
Emptiness never stops

Bound in solitude
Chained in servitude