Treasure Island
(专辑: Pile Of Skulls - 1992)
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. Keeping nothing back but its position and that only, because the
major part of the
treasure has not been lifted yet. I
personally think we would never have begun this adventure and set course with the
'Hispaniola', if we had known what would happen and that some of us would never return, having lost their lives. Sometimes the
whole story haunts to my dreams and brings me the
worst nightmares I
ever had. That's when I
hear the
cries of the
fallen, the
waves pounding the
rocks on the
coast and Captain Flint's raw voice screaming: 'Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight! Hahahah!'. And I
tell you, no oxen and wain ropes will ever take me back to 'Treasure Island'! Mr. Bones is fighting 'Black Dog' He wants to split him to the
chine 'Blind Pew' the
bringer of the
spot Horse-hooves trampling his spine We have the
map to start our trip The
'Squire' has the
ship and the
sailors 'Long John' is the
man with the
grip No one knows he will raid us The
yell of the
slain The
waves on the
rocks Captain Flint's raising hell He's calling my name To drive me insane Treasure Island Where the
brave fell A
one-legged devil From the
pit of hell A
greedy demon on his treasury Cursed the
island, oh, eternally 'Long John' is spreading his law Hatching a
death bringing plot I
show up in a
council of war What I
heard in the
barrel from this toad The
yell of the
slain The
waves on the
rocks Captain Flint's raising hell He's calling my name To drive me insane But I'll never return to Treasure Island Where the
brave fell A
one-legged devil From the
pit of hell A
greedy demon on his treasury Cursed the
island, oh, eternally We see the
land, shining sand But it can be our grave I
jump the
boat, overload Trying to be too brave Burning sun, find 'Ben Gunn' Assassins claim the
ship I
cut the
rope, I
try to cope To free it from 'Hand's' grip Pulling row, cannon law The
jolly-boats last trip Killing tried, stockade fight 'Silver's' villains quit Abandonment, to 'Silver's' hand A
cunning pact is made Trick or treat, make scoundrels Bleed, their dullness will be paid I
stumble to the
stockade The
sweat drips from my brow No one keeps a
lookout, oh no! The
rabble owns it now 'Silver' tries to shield me The
'Black spot' comes again He throws the
map onto the
ground He plays a
tricky game Pickaxe, rope and shovel The
dead-man marks the
way No chest, no gold, no silver 2
guineas is their pay Musket cracks like thunder The
blood is running red 'Ben Gunn' kept the
treasure From the
beginning to the
end When we put back to the
sea 'Silver's' chains are doubly tight 'Long John' and his counterfeit key Sidle away into the
night The
yell of the
slain The
waves on the
rocks Captain Flint's raising hell He's calling my name To drive me insane But I'll never return to Treasure Island Where the
brave fell A
one-legged devil From the
pit of hell A
greedy demon on his treasury Cursed the
island, oh, eternally Treasure Island Where the
brave fell A
one-legged devil From the
pit of hell A
greedy demon on his treasury Cursed the
island, oh, eternally