| Out of food, left to die in the sun |
| Now madness is crawling inside |
| They cry for their loved ones, far far away |
| So weakened by hunger and pain |
| … the pain! |
| One clear day the lookout arised, gazing into the horizon |
| Hand ahoy lets get ready to go, faster and finally land somewhere |
| We got wind in the sails |
| And we’re riding the sea waves on our quest for salvation |
| We got wind in the sails |
| And we’re heading away now from the tides of destruction |
| Finally free from th Ocean of hell, resting for days on th beach |
| Endless storage of food for us all, thousands of fruits in our reach |
| Then one day some members were gone |
| Gone like the sun in the nigh |
| Searching the forest to find our mates |
| If only we knew what would come |
| … oh the fear! |
| Hours of searching and no one to find at all |
| Deeper and deeper into the island |
| Shouting for answers but silence is all we get |
| Jungle and mountain is all we can find |
| After a week of searching around we found them bloodied and bruised |
| On a pole struck down in the ground, like a statue of death |
| Roars of the wild started echo afar, now we must run for our lives |
| Chased by the unknown back to the ship |
| Let’s get ready to ride |