Chorus:
To the North of Urupa
crashed a Theran ship of slaves.
In that wreck all are equal
within their stoney graves.

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Upon the sky trail Theran's go
in their ships of stone.
Within their hulls chained men row
speed gained from blood and bone.

Up above the men do dream
of returning from where they roam.
Down below the men do scream
and pray for death to take them home.

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The one day a ship did crash
when the land came too near.
Those who beared and bore the lash
then shared a single fear.

Flattening the crested hill,
shattering a hull of stone,
at last the wreck lay still
on broken flesh and bone.

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Helping comrades hurt and mauled
in that fateful dive,
From the wreck, slaves crawled
glad to be alive.

Not all those who still breathed
were fastened to the chains.
Within the Captain's breast rage seethed,
as he viewed his ship's remains.

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Among those who lived
the Therans were but few.
Frowning the Captain stood to give
his orders to his crew.

"We find ourselves in desperate straights
within a hostile land,
we cannot afford excess weight,
kill the slaves where they stand."

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Though they survived the fall
when they tumbled from the sky
The injured slaves one and all
beneath Theran blades did die.

An Inquisitor and the First Mate
saw not "weight" but men,
and before it was too late
put the slaughter to an end.

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A handful of men left the ship
two Therans, seven in chains.
Many were left in death's cold grip
freed from all their pains.

To Urupa they traveled afoot
following Windy's wings
Strengthened by freedom and brotherhood
the treasures of which I sing.