Interpret:

Running Wild

Album:

Pile Of Skulls

Squire Trelawny and Dr. Livesay having asked me, Jim Hawkins, 
to tell everybody the whole tale about the 'Island', 
Flint's treasure and Mr. Silver. 
Keeping nothing back but its position and that only, 
because the major part of the treasure has not been lifted yet. 
I personally think we would never have begun this adventure 
and set course with the 'Hispaniola', if we had known 
what would happen and that some of us would never return, 
having lost their lives. Sometimes the whole story haunts to my dreams 
and brings me the worst nightmares I ever had. 
That's when I hear the cries of the fallen, 
the waves pounding the rocks on the coast and Captain Flint's 
raw voice screaming: 'Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight! Hahahah!'. 
And I tell you, no oxen and wain ropes will ever take me 
back to 'Treasure Island'!!! 


Mr. Bones is fighting 'Black Dog' 
He wants to split him to the chine 
'Blind Pew' the bringer of the spot 
Horse-hooves trampling his spine 
We have the map to start our trip 
The 'Squire' has the ship and the sailors 
'Long John' is the man with the grip 
No one knows he will raid us 


The yell of the slain 
The waves on the rocks 
Captain Flint's raising hell 
He's calling my name 
To drive me insane 


Treasure Island 
Where the brave fell 
A one-legged devil 
From the pit of hell 
A greedy demon on his treasury 
Cursed the island, oh, eternally 


'Long John' is spreading his law 
Hatching a death bringing plot 
I show up in a council of war 
What I heard in the barrel from this toad 


The yell of the slain 
The waves on the rocks 
Captain Flint's raising hell 
He's calling my name 
To drive me insane 
But I'll never return to 


Treasure Island 
Where the brave fell 
A one-legged devil 
From the pit of hell 
A greedy demon on his treasury 
Cursed the island, oh, eternally 


We see the land, shining sand 
But it can be our grave 
I jump the boat, overload 
Trying to be too brave 
Burning sun, find 'Ben Gunn' 
Assassins claim the ship 
I cut the rope, I try to cope 
To free it from 'Hand's' grip 


Pulling row, cannon law 
The jolly-boats last trip 
Killing tried, stockade fight 
'Silver's' villains quit 
Abandonment, to 'Silver's' hand 
A cunning pact is made 
Trick or treat, make scoundrels 
Bleed, their dullness will be paid 


I stumble to the stockade 
The sweat drips from my brow 
No one keeps a lookout, oh no! 
The rabble owns it now 
'Silver' tries to shield me 
The 'Black spot' comes again 
He throws the map onto the ground 
He plays a tricky game 


Pickaxe, rope and shovel 
The dead-man marks the way 
No chest, no gold, no silver 
2 guineas is their pay 
Musket cracks like thunder 
The blood is running red 
'Ben Gunn' kept the treasure 
From the beginning to the end 


When we put back to the sea 
'Silver's' chains are doubly tight 
'Long John' and his counterfeit key 
Sidle away into the night 


The yell of the slain 
The waves on the rocks 
Captain Flint's raising hell 
He's calling my name 
To drive me insane 
But I'll never return to 


Treasure Island 
Where the brave fell 
A one-legged devil 
From the pit of hell 
A greedy demon on his treasury 
Cursed the island, oh, eternally 


Treasure Island 
Where the brave fell 
A one-legged devil 
From the pit of hell 
A greedy demon on his treasury 
Cursed the island, oh, eternally