The Granulating Dark Satanic Mills

From the weeping womb to the tomb towering fuming smokestacks loomed
Aloft the emancipated industrial mercantile maroon
Your heirs will be deprived this fate a penitentiary as consumer villeins
Never to enter through the grim rusting factory gates
Six, zero, two, six nine, six, one
Torn apart in the soul destroying
Six, zero, two, six nine, six, one
The granulating dark satanic mills

Subsisting shackled drudgers & drones disassembly line of skin & bone
Collieries not beaches lie beneath the paving stones
When chattel black turned to white rigid binding chains were hidden from sight
The unborn will quench the thirst full smouldering kiln's fires
Six, zero, two, six nine, six, one
Torn apart in the soul destroying
Six, zero, two, six nine, six, one
Sweat & no redemption in the dark satanic mills

An existence, subservient, binded you'll see
A working class hero is something to be
An existence, subservient, blinded you'll seed
A working class hero is something to bleed