After shipwreck, trapped in this place
And dead castaways
Lack of s**, lack of food
Human flesh can be so good
Necrophiliac needs
Putrid orgy days
Necrophagic needs
Gluteus to be grilled
an*l barbecue
Spicy taste of poo
an*l barbecue
The rigor mortis of the orifices
My organ tightly fits
The warmth of my cum
Inside worms, it will feed
And you will feed me, stiff flesh I eat
And crustaceans to gnaw the bones I'll leave
My sickest necessities
For psychobscenities
Fulfilled in this island
With an an*l barbecue