Faroes grindarap

A pod suffers immeasurably
A waking nightmare for
All the various family members
Entering deaths door
Care of the faroese viking yobs
Whose disagreeableness
Who maltreat and who victimize
And cause our babies stress

Our threshold is egregious
Stabbing and shooting pain
Our freedom cut away from us
Our lives are thus in vain
We make our supreme sacrifice
At the hands of those
Vicious and nasty islanders
Who tragically had chose

Us to taste their anger
Their vehement desire
Subverting and destroying us
With their ruinous cut throat fire
Engulfing us and suppressing us
Despoilers of all life
They create our apocalypse
And our vegetating strife

Such violence its their rough house
Brutality and sin
Struggling and kicking and thrashing
Every fin
Convulsion full of troublous thoughts
We suffer on the grind
Unmitigated and unrestrained
That is what we find
The Danes sit on their soveriegnty
And watch their neighbours kill
Watch them take advantage
For them some kind of thrill
They cut away our blubber
Our flesh and fins and they
Knock back all the mercury
And watch us pass away

The retards on the Faroes
Hide behind their mask
Atrociously they slaughter
And put us all to task
Tear our heads off kill our babies
This is what they do
They really are the vilest human beings
Yes all through