| Expedition of death our story begins
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| Aboard the barge deception
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| Down the river of sins the winding and the bends
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| There will be no tomorrow
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| Forced to take a path on land
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| The trail is over grown
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| Your tour guides flee because they are scared
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| But some power is driving us on
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| You can’t see — you fall into the sand
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| You struggle for life — but you are damned
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| It’s futile to run — they’re right on your heels
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| Your life’s almost over — that is the deal
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| The cannibals are coming for you
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| They will hunt you down
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| Drooling all over themselves
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| Making all grunting sounds
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| We come to a clearing feel a gush of air
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| With a smell so disgusting
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| We all gasp and reel it smells like a meal
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| Finally see what we searched for
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| A village in this hell all people covered in mud
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| They look as they smell
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| As one looks upon that sacred pole of death
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| You shake in despair
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| The cannibals are coming for you
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| They will hunt you down
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| Drooling all over themselves
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| Making all grunting sounds
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| Breathing hot breath on you
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| There is no escape
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| All they want to do is chew
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| They’ll have you on their plates
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| At least we realize we become disdraught
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| The fear is too much to take
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| But too late to run, they surround us all
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| With their knives and stakes
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| Make a plan to escape, the cannibals move in
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| With hunger in their eyes
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| They get one person, time to dig in
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| And you will all die |