Who are these little creatures wandering around me?
I’d always thought that nothing good came from the sea.
Like young ants they conspire.
I can’t hear their voices
but it’s time to wake up.
Someone is going to die.
I’ve spent my whole life resting in this remote place.
My only company is a tired bird of prey.
Disgusting parasites,
depraved scarabs.
I’ll give you a present...
Someone is going to die.
Fortune is a fickle lady, that’s the lesson you will learn.
Once this island was an Eden, now it’s going to be your grave.
Don’t run boys, there’s no escape.
If you look for troubles
they’ll find you beforehand.
Someone is going to die.
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