Grindadrap

18 islands
In the North Atlantic
Viking throwback
50,000 there
Hunting pilot whales
THe Grindadrap
It pales
Into the vindictive
They punish and afflict
Decimate and massacre
Its as if the hordes are tricked
But in point of fact
Their loyalty
Precludes them from the toil
Of escaping from the battle ground
Where their blood can boil

The agony is frightful
Blood flows everywhere
Their heads are sliced through
With sharp axes
This is what they do
Whole families suffer punishmen
Torn from limb to limb
Mothers crying watching
Their babies split into
By these viking monsters
Who just do what they do

And their children
Then ride corpses
Bloodied heads they do
They get blood on their bare legs
All of this is true
Murdering scheming monsters
No pity none at all
Scourging flagellation
That really does appal

And its not as if they are starving
Their impure thoughts are the drive
Immodest and shameless
None ever left alive
Greedy and devouring
Drooling over blood
Vampires without emotion
Who share the common flood.