Middle Atlantic Ocean Nearby the Azores Islands That cursed artifact Lays in the hold again Water and food are low We’ll die of starvation Maybe the ratts are good We surely have to try them
I can’t breathe right now that thing pulls me down Octopus has me Panic has begun!
Something blows hard the ship I hear it from the depth A scream breaks the silence Where is Jack Woodleg? Another scream and then Someone falls out the ship Everyone takes the rifle Then silence lays upon usTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
