 Last night I saw a bright red comet in the sky I asked for its purpose and it gave me a reply It said, soon come the day master dies But first you must prepare, keep our eyes on the prize Through the beat of the drum, the light of the fire We decide to be as free as a bird when it flies So we ready every axe, sharpen every knife Get our people inside ready and willing to take a life There'll be none worth saving, soon done slaving But now we must prepare as usual while we making Our plan to reach the promised land of liberation