A bagnio (from Italian: bagno) was a term for a bath or bath-house. In England, it was originally used to name coffee houses which offered Turkish baths, but by 1740 it signified a boarding house where rooms could be hired with no questions asked, or a house of prostitution.
The term was also used to refer to the prison for hostages in Constantinople, which was near the bath-house, and thereafter all the slave prisons in the Ottoman Empire and the Barbary regencies. The hostages of the pirates slept in the prisons at night, leaving during the day to work as laborers, galley slaves, or domestic servants.
The communication between master and slave and between slaves of different origins was made in Lingua Franca (also known as Sabir), a Mediterranean pidgin language with Romance and Arabic vocabulary.
Bagne became the French word for the prisons of the galley slaves in the French Navy; after galley service was abolished, the word continued to be used as a generic term in French for any hard labour prison. The last one in European France, the Bagne de Toulon, was closed in 1873.
Creeping and Cracking
Baby don't look back, no one goes home tonight
The evil we see and the evil we do
Brings out the beast in me and you
Waking up from screaming
You think it's all in your head
My my, it's a bad day to be alive
It's crawling under your skin and feeds of your hate
Just close your eyes and wait till the sun goes down
You better stay awake
The dark comes knocking so you better start running
Fear the demon in me, Fear the demon in you
Hear the voices calling you
Shadow's tongue licking your flesh
Rips the clothes clean of your body
Strip you clean straight down to the bones
You can't stay awake, You can't fall asleep
He's coming for your life
Don't wanna wake up dead, you know you're over your head
There ain't no turning back
You better stay awake
The dark comes knocking so you better start running
Fear the demon in me, Fear the demon in you
Laying in sweet tears
Dreams are turning into a living hell
The nightmares you see and the terror you feel
Takes a turn for the worse and becomes real
You better stay awake
The dark comes knocking so you better start running