Squire Trelawny and Dr. Livesay having asked me, Jim Hawkins,   to tell everybody 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! Hahahah!'.   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   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      Treasure Island   Where the brave fell   A one-legged devil   From the pit of hell   A 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   A one-legged devil   From the pit of hell   A 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, I try to cope   To 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 form my brow   No one keeps a lockout, oh 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   2 guineas is their pay   Musket cracks like thunder   The blood is running red   'Ben Gunn' kept the treasure   From beginning to 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   A one-legged devil   From the pit of hell   A greedy demon on his treasury   Cursed the island, oh, eternally      Treasure Island   Where the brave fell   A one-legged devil   From the pit of hell   A greedy demon on his treasury   Cursed the island, oh, eternally