Project Pitchfork - The Island lyrics

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