Tytuł: Souls of sin

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