Treasure Island Songtext
von Running Wild

Squire Trelawny and Dr. Livesay having asked me, Jim Hawkins,
To tell everybody in 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 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! Hahaha!′.
And I tell you, no oxen and wain ropes will ever take me
Back to 'Treasure Island′.

Mr. Bones is fighting Black Dog,
He want to split him to the chine.
Blind Pew, the bringer of the spot,
Horse-hooves trampling his spine, yeah.


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,
But I'll never return to

Treasure Island – where the brave fell.
One-legged devil from the pit of hell.
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.
One-legged devil from the pit of hell.
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, try to cope, free it from hand′s grip.

Bulling row, cannon law, the jolly-boats last trip.
Killing tried, stockade fight, Silver′s villains quit.
Abandonment, to Silver's hand, a cunning pack 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, 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, two guineas is their pay.
Musket cracks like thunder, the blood is running red-
Ben Gunn kept the treasure from 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 through 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.
One-legged devil from the pit of hell.
Greedy demon on his treasury,
Cursed the island, oh, eternally.

Treasure Island – where the brave fell.
One-legged devil from the pit of hell.
Greedy demon on his treasury,
Cursed the island, oh, eternally.

Yeah!
Treasure Island!