They never see the daylight
For as the whip cracks at dawn
The slaves scurry to its lashes
Be not proud to be forlorn
No devils in this underworld
The monsters here are all too real
And slowly the machine churns on
With minions down at heel
The wraiths emerge in darkness
To half escape their treadmill tomb
And wretched they tramp homeward
In the gathering gloom
No devils in this underworld
The monsters here are all too real
And slowly the machine churns on
With minions down at heel
Exhausted by hard labour
Up the stairs and into bed
They freeze in night's cold embrace
Until each day they wake-up dead
No devils in this underworld
The monsters here are all too real
Satanic verses miss the point
Satanic mills breathe the chill we feel