The Grindadrap the mass slaughter of contaminated pilot whales and small,cetaceans in the Faroe Islands every year)

Peter Baldwins recent expose of slaughter shows
A terrible indictment of murdering repose
The Faroe Islanders strong lament to people far and wide
That their so called cultural offering cannot be denied
The song is called Barbarians it’s title to the fore
But its my belief they are morons and psychopaths
And I’m sure
They track these poor unfortunates with cell phones
And lap tops for they
are sophisticated conniving people
In their so called way

The whales don’t stand an earthly,they are scooped up
And are killed
And anyone can participate and see their blood gets spilled
Far and wide the crimson froth of death and vileness sails
Every which way on the tide it’s message never fails
To sicken and to violate the “gift of god” their phrase
The gift of god is mutilation and violence all their days

They say it is a food source, their food however now
Is Contaminated by the world by man un kind and how!
Toxins and pollutants plastic over fishing
Acidification and climate change these creatures
They all wishing
Are being driven through our hell right against the wall
It’s driven by obsession these fanatics have their ball

Savaging the wild life a brutalising slaughter
Creating their own maelstrom in the fucking water
This is mayhem gone mad this is evil shit
This is unbelievable the abyss the darkest pit
That man can ever drag himself out of Into the light
To tell us it’s tradition of a thousand years is shite!

We cannot stand by breathing the same oxygen as them
They are scum on the pit of slime and from such an act they stem
Call it what you like friends, but see it for what we see
A terrible injustice for the creatures of the sea
They are transiting the Faroes they do not belong to them they
Swim on to their ocean depths very far away

So the Faroes are now stealing free souls gods gift to us all
And murdering them in cold blood with all the blood and gall
Like Peter we can’t stand by and Have this in our face
Norway, Iceland and Japan they too are a disgrace
it’s not we vilify them
It’s that now we have all moved on
What we do behind closed doors we do still yes upon
This planet we call earth so we are all at it
The Faroe Islanders do it in our face
This is why the whales die in such fury
This is why it is such a disgrace

The arrogance of killing of murdering in our face
And we are said to be part of the greatest human race
The earthlings of the present day
Not savages from before
But thinking, caring, living souls
And we just cannot ignore

I hear the Faroe islanders are aware
Of the contamination
They have their rules on who eats what
Now Right through their Nation
Women folk who are pregnant must never eat the meat
Nursing women also they understand it would unseat
their infants if they do consume
This truthfully toxic waste
And nobody eats the kidneys or the livers
For they have traced

Vast amounts of mercury and the terrible PCB’s
Resident in those organs in themselves they are disease
1000 whales it’s carnage a sickness of the mind
Retribution of a sort which must be underlined
A blood bath of disorder a repugnant detestation
It’s repellant and just nauseous they reach beyond their station

So vindictive of a species our rancorous desire
It’s a stink inside my nostrils,and revulsion in my fire

Look into the butchers mind he has that angry glare
The wrathfulness so embittered, it rankles me,so there
I cannot bear to see this, it infuriates my soul
These animals are wild and free, and should be in control
Slaughtering these great pods is simply holocaust
It’s malevolence personified, and never should be forced
On any living creature not in this day and age
And as for bloody culture Christ it’s off the page

There are now no excuses we must condemn them, they
Are pitiless and callous and the merciless display
Of unrelenting murder of whole families cannot be
Allowed to continue for evermore in what is our shared sea
Their ingratitude and un thankfulness of these visiting
Souls who they
Could watch and advertise the fact to tourists who would pay
A ransom just to see them, but murder is their thing
Murder is what turns them on and it seems to bring
Them to a point of happiness, ghouls what else are they
And it’s all done by the community on a perfect summers day

And these whales are so so sensitive their pain they clearly share
With the likes of AR people, every blooming where
And It gets into our psyche it’s threaten us it does
At night we hear those terrible cries and sleep become a buzz
The blood it fills our conscience how can we let this go
Peter writes his music, and I let the pen flow

We channel this resentment we muster and we die
Inside ourselves each season as the creatures clearly high
On life on their pod antics on gifts of being free
Are turned into a blood bath of total agony

It’s wrong it’s something rotten it’s badness and disgrace
It’s immoral it’s criminal it’s one sided ness a pace
It’s wrong headed and unwarranted and unforgivable to me
It’s so severe it sucks my blood out of me constantly
We all have a a clear duty and an accountability
Their is a claim of conscience
And engagement,honestly
An ethic that we humans have to so apply
We have a duty to discharge when the innocent do die