The Island - Project Pitchfork

The sun reflects on the red salt water

Squirming bodies death screams

Crunching backbones blinking hooks

Laughing people laughing people

Again it’s time for the slaughtering-fest

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-fest