Isle of Dread

I see that lust for gold in your eyes
I’ve seen it in others greedy and unwise
Ignored the countless warnings and sailed ahead
Straight to their deaths in the isle of dread

Old Barbarosa wrote down the tale
But he met his demise before he could set his sail
Would you rather be the quick or the dead
Forget what he said about the isle of

Dreadful tales, Howling Gales, Carnivores, Cloaked in Scales
Avert your еyes, Run and hide, Or stay and be, Boilеd Alive

And if my warning doesn’t suffice
I offer a final precious pearl of advice
All the sailors who set foot on the beachhead
Never returned from the Isle of Dread
None have returned from the isle of dread
There’s no return from the Isle of Dread