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We spit in your direction |
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We are animals at heart |
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Left on Devil's |
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Island We'll tear the world apart |
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No ships seen on horizon |
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No food left in the store |
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High and dry and scavenging |
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Around these deadly shores |
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Black death is overhead |
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Withnessing our cries |
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The sun beats down mercilessly |
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On our mates to die |
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The night-time and the jungle |
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The terror in our minds |
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In narrowed eyes the question begs, |
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Who will be tonight? |
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Souls of sin |
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On this devils island |
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Souls of sin |
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Where no eagles fly |
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Daybreak it shatters me |
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And forces me awake |
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They got to get me somehow |
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My battered bones won't break |
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My tortured body aches and sweats |
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Refusing to give in |
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All I have for company |
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Are bastard souls of sin |
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Souls of sin |
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On this devils island |
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Souls of sin |
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Where no eagles fly |
