Deep into the jungle, I can hear their drums of death. Running through the forest, I can feel my end is coming here.
We`ll never get outta here. We`ll be eaten alive.
Pending from a tree, I can see how they`re cutting my balls. Crossed by a lance, I can see how they`re eating my guts.
That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die



















