מילים לשיר The Island – Project Pitchfork

the sun reflects on the red salt water
crunching backbones, blinking hooks
squiring bodies, death screams
laughing people
again it's time for the slaughtering fiest
what a joyful murderous day do you know what I mean?
hooks ripping flesh
with knives they try to reach the hearts two hours until death
drogging them to the shore
blood pumping out of the wounds
finns hitting the water
blinking hooks two hours until death.