Dead Man's Island

I heard the ghost
Heard the ghost moaning
Like the wind
That howls in the glowing
I heard them groaning
Groaning over
Dead man's island

And where is my leg
I'm a dead man howling
Where is my arm
Deep in the clay
Bleached red in the dirt
And washed out to sea
Washed out to sea

Ah, the waves came again
And claimed me as their own
And I disappeared back to the unknown
Rather would those meet
On their way to France
There I must stay

"So where is my trial?"
The tall grass whispers
The meadow sucks the marrow
From the rotting land
Brutal buried, buried treasures

Crushed coffins and flesh
Crushed coffins and flesh
Crushed coffins and flesh on dead man's isle



Credits
Writer(s): Jill O Sullivan Sean Cumming
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