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Endangered fin whales
Hardly eaten anywhere these days
Only Japan who is very choosy
Fluke and belly pays
The rest is dumped the logic
Of creation of such souls
To be treated with such disrespect
By a miserable race of trolls

Aptly supported by Iceland
And Norway who both hunt
Daily murdering breathing whales
It sounds like a sick stunt
But its ofcourse true
Its happening
Every single day
The boats go out
And drag whales back
And again the fin whales pay

Within two miles of catching them
The whale watchers are out
Watching whales come up for air
Ofcourse they are in doubt
They all get so excited
By the freedom they possess
And along come loftsson the whaler
And creates a bloody mess

These great souls suffer terribly
They dont die straight away
The grenade explodes inside of them
And this happens every day
And back they come to be torn apart
And frozen for japan
This is the one hundred and seventeeth whale
Since this years hunt began

And its every day and we can do nothing but cry our bloody eyes out
And watch attentively as the icelandic whalers cutbup their beautiful bodies