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X-Wild >> Merchandise Links
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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 ships seen on horizon No food left in the store High and dry and scavenging Around these deadly shores Black death is overhead Withnessing 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 devils 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 Souls of sin On this devils island Souls of sin Where no eagles fly
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