Welcome to the Island
I have nothing, nothing to give,
And I have not a single reason left to live
I take a boat into the open sea
I am adrift, I am debris
I am lulled by the ocean's rhythmic splash,
When I'm beset by a tempest in a flash
My craft is rent, my fate is clear:
My body washed up here
What I was disappears
I see my future here
Time is clawing at my fate
There is no fauna, no sound of life;
The jungle's darkness as oppressive as a vice
Upon the mountainside I find some human tracks,
And when I hear the drums there is no turning back
Welcome to the island, welcome to the island
Welcome to the island, welcome to the island
Welcome to the island, welcome to the island
Welcome to the island, welcome to the island
What I was disappears
I see my future here
Time is clawing at my fate
What I was disappears
I see my future here
Time is clawing at my fate
They writhe around the fire as if a dying snake,
Their flesh impaled, the mountain's bloody thirst to slake
The altar glistens with the latest sacrifice
Before a toad-like idol with a thousand eyes
The native cries seem to feed the flame
Their eyeless faces turn to me and call my name
Curtains of smoke recede, reveal a blackened throne, and I—
I am home
What I was disappears
I see my future here
Time is clawing at my fate
What I was disappears
I see my future here
Time is clawing at my fate
Welcome to the island, welcome to the island
Welcome to the island, welcome to the island
Welcome to the island,
welcome to the island (Iä Tsathoggua, iä Tsathoggua!)
Welcome to the island,
welcome to the island (Iä Tsathoggua, iä Tsathoggua!)
Welcome to the island,
welcome to the island (Iä Tsathoggua, iä Tsathoggua!)
Welcome to the island,
welcome to the island (Iä Tsathoggua, iä Tsathoggua!)
Welcome to the island,
welcome to the island (Iä Tsathoggua, iä Tsathoggua!)
Welcome to the island,
welcome to the island (Iä Tsathoggua, iä Tsathoggua!)
And I have not a single reason left to live
I take a boat into the open sea
I am adrift, I am debris
I am lulled by the ocean's rhythmic splash,
When I'm beset by a tempest in a flash
My craft is rent, my fate is clear:
My body washed up here
What I was disappears
I see my future here
Time is clawing at my fate
There is no fauna, no sound of life;
The jungle's darkness as oppressive as a vice
Upon the mountainside I find some human tracks,
And when I hear the drums there is no turning back
Welcome to the island, welcome to the island
Welcome to the island, welcome to the island
Welcome to the island, welcome to the island
Welcome to the island, welcome to the island
What I was disappears
I see my future here
Time is clawing at my fate
What I was disappears
I see my future here
Time is clawing at my fate
They writhe around the fire as if a dying snake,
Their flesh impaled, the mountain's bloody thirst to slake
The altar glistens with the latest sacrifice
Before a toad-like idol with a thousand eyes
The native cries seem to feed the flame
Their eyeless faces turn to me and call my name
Curtains of smoke recede, reveal a blackened throne, and I—
I am home
What I was disappears
I see my future here
Time is clawing at my fate
What I was disappears
I see my future here
Time is clawing at my fate
Welcome to the island, welcome to the island
Welcome to the island, welcome to the island
Welcome to the island,
welcome to the island (Iä Tsathoggua, iä Tsathoggua!)
Welcome to the island,
welcome to the island (Iä Tsathoggua, iä Tsathoggua!)
Welcome to the island,
welcome to the island (Iä Tsathoggua, iä Tsathoggua!)
Welcome to the island,
welcome to the island (Iä Tsathoggua, iä Tsathoggua!)
Welcome to the island,
welcome to the island (Iä Tsathoggua, iä Tsathoggua!)
Welcome to the island,
welcome to the island (Iä Tsathoggua, iä Tsathoggua!)
Credits
Writer(s): Warren Banks, Toren Atkinson, Merrick Atkinson, Jordan Pratt, Mario Nieva
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