
There comes the thunders beat,...... You can't bring yourself to your feet,.... A trail of torches like a dragon. Here comes the mother fucking welcome wagon. A pack of blood thirsty women and men. Covered in humans bones and skin. They pick you up and carry you away. That's just their native custom to say. WELCOME. To Cannibal Island. WELCOME. To Cannibal Island. We're glad you came and insist you stay dinner. ( Uhh I believe you meant to say " For Dinner " am I correct? ) DID I STUDDER MOTHER FUCKER!! We'll bathe you in rosemary and sage, and fill the fire's heart with rage. Just tell us how you'd prefer your meat. And we'll serve your lover's heart as a treat. Pair you up with a bottle of wine. And crack your head open to start the brine. Peel your flesh from bone. Tenderize you with a stone!~ WELCOME. To Cannibal Island. WELCOME. To Cannibal Island. We're glad you came and insist you stay dinner. The Chieftain stands up from a throne made from bones and announces tonight's menu. And Guess what? It's you! You the special ingredient in the stew. That's all that remains of, You! Because Welcome ! To Cannibal Island. We're ever so glad you came