The Island Testo

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 fiest 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 fiest