The Island Lyrics - Early Years (89-93) - Project Pitchfork

the sun reflects on the red salt water 

squiring bodies, death screams 

crunching backbones, blinking hooks 

laughing people 

again it's time for the slaughtering fiest 

what a joyful murderous day 

do you know what I mean? 

hooks ripping flesh 

drogging them to the shore 

with knives they try to reach the hearts 

blood pumping out of the wounds 

two hours until death 

finns hitting the water 

blinking hooks 

two hours until death