Going down to the dark islands

Every one there has committed sins

Chaos and turmoil prevail

All of their souls are for sale,

Come one come all the deception is deep

Into your mind the evil creeps

The captain at the wheel’s asleep

The price of human life is becoming cheap,

All the lust and the pain

Their leaders have all gone insane

The place has become a “Hellbound” train

Attempts at revival have all been in vain,

Like forlorn states

A man too long without a mate

The broken glass of fate

Unleashing all the vengeful hate,

These dark islands are too close to home

Where I cautiously roam

Bodies afloat in the ocean foam

Wouldn’t you know they missed the landing zone?

Living on a bayonet blade

Using a rifle to bat away grenades

Hearing that echo all up and down the Palisades

Where heroes aren’t born they’re made.