The Island
The sun reflects on the red salt water
Squirming bodies death screams
Crunching backbones blinking hooks
Laughing people
Again it's time for the slaughtering first
What a joyful murderous day
Do you know what I mean ?
Hooks ripping flesh
Dragging them to the shore
With knives they try to reach the hearts
Blood pumping out of the wounds
Two hours until death
What a joyful murderous day
Do you know what I mean ?
Blood pumping out of the wounds
Finns hitting the water
Blinking hooks
Two hours until death
What a joyful murderous day
Do you know what I mean ?
What a joyful murderous day
Two hours until death
Laughing people
Again it's time for the slaughtering first
