At the beginning of BLACK ATLAS, The Singer



raises his deep Black baritone, sounding a certain caution.
He is joined by a chorus of Voices.

“If thought is free as ever,
What are England's rights, we ask?
Us from this land to sever?
Us to torture?  Us to task?  
 

Fleecy locks and black complexions
Cannot forfeit NATURE's claim;
Skins may differ, but affections
Dwell in white and black the same.
 

Deem our nation brutes no longer,
Till some reason ye shall find
Worthier of regard and stronger
Than the colour of our kind.”