Lyrics The Island - Project Pitchfork

The Island

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