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
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