you are Pile of skulls, conspiracy Beware of the revealing key No dance of joy, no harmless spree No chance for you to hide or flee Pile of skulls,
heal So look in the mirror and see who you are You made our lives an abbatoir A man-eating machine that's what you are Pile of skulls, conspiracy Beware
Traducció: Running Wild. Munt de cranis.
to the wind The hull that creaks in every joint is Hammering the sea Determined it will ride the main, it Will last eternally It rips the wild and stormy
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: You rule the world, but we don't care You don't impress, whatever you dare We hate your vileness, enough of your lies Flame to our anger, you'll pay
: The churchbell of doom is tolling The angel of death is near The ghost with cowl and the sickle Spreading terror and fear He's taking your breath,
for seizing The skull and the crossbones fly high We're talking over your vessel Whatever you try Pounding the sea, like a storm Wild and free Obeying
: Acid rain and poison cauterize its skin A boiling hell we're living in Bloodstained animals, chainsaw rip the trees The gasping earth is on its knees
: Heedless they make their pile Freeloading monkeys on our back Bad to the bone and spineless A dirty, lying, riotous pack Ostrich policy, wrong way
: 1714 that was the year The Spanish fleet ran out of luck The weather was stormy The sea was lashing, furious Lightning and thunderstruck Three hundred
: Squire Trelawny and Dr. Livesay having asked me, Jim Hawkins, to tell everybody the whole tale about the 'Island', Flint's treasure and Mr. Silver.
: A blue and blinding light Is devouring the dark Someone must be there, it's no fancy And no lark Footsteps trail my moves I turn around and no one'
