The Isle of Flesh and Bone

Chained, enslaved, and forced to cultivate Virgin land to self sufficiency No tools nor will for us to function with Odds to live become a moral plight An icy fate for those who flee this place Guards intent to kill and to restore Locked away from the whole world at large Weakened souls, the first to be consumed Muscles and skin from unsuspecting souls Separated by the claws of many starving men Those who aren't quite dead Those that aren't alive are eaten by the savages in order to survive Indulge, you must Don't rest or risk your hide The Isle of Flesh and Bone Your life consumed Arrangements not prepared Led to this tragedy Lower classes purged for the good of man? The stepping stones they used Ostracized then eaten whole Order soon devolved A reign of terror formed They hunt us down Through darkness, in darkness We fear this winter and our fellow man The guards control our fate If nature doesn't win They hear the pleading cries Just to strike them down The fragile grip of mind With stomachs void of fare Surrounded on all sides A grim reality One full year of anguish, pure anguish We cling to our hope, our only grace There must be someway out It cannot end like this The Isle of Flesh and Bone A prison Used with the intent to kill You see your life will fade Waters run red with blood And corpses left to rot A icy grave A means of hate Complacent with this scheme The ruler deems success With thousands left to ache Their stories left in vain By those who lived And those who ate