Eight months on a stormy sea, this is the tale of a mutiny Of a merchant and soldiers, of treasure and gold Of a captain and crew, whose loyalty sold A plan is forged, and the mission is bold A murderous crew is awaiting the call When the sun goes down on the 4th day of June Poor scurvy sailors, will howl at the moon But the ship ran aground, and in a raging sea there was not a sound In the night, of the murderous souls Treason and treachery, fortune and gold But this tale had only begun, for 200 people marooned in the sun Women and children, soldiers and crew, Weeks on an island, the madness it grew And what happened next is a picture of man, to divide and defeat was the mutineer's plan, One by one, in the night so dark, they murdered them all and devoured their hearts. And only a handful survived, to tell this tale of the sea Only a handful survived, to see murderers hang from the gallows tree In the night, of the murderous souls Treason and treachery, fortune and goldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
