Land of mountains
\nLand of lakes
\nPig slaughter
\nThe devil now awakes
\nAll that noise
\nAnd all that pain
\nAnd all that suffering
\nYet again<\/p>\n
This time it only pigs today
\nClamouring in such dismay
\nSprayed and jabbed so violently
\nAnd all they want is to run free
\nLoaded into long low crates
\nThey can sense their forthcoming fates
\nThey can see their fellows who
\nWent before them and have turned blue<\/p>\n
There they lie quite motionless
\nGassed with CO2 the stress
\nLocked inside these cages and
\nMade to stay nothing is grand
\nNo animal alive today wants to be killed
\nOr Wants to pay
\nThese animals have a lot of thought
\nAnd of course they are over wrought<\/p>\n
Anger and fear all of it there
\nAnd getting gassed how it does scare
\nThey shake so violently they suffer so
\nThis is no way for pigs to go
\nForced on through to the killing floor
\nHung up on chains out of the door
\nThroats then slit and bled they be
\nIts cruelty its cruelty!<\/p>\n
No animal deserves this pain
\nThe ultimate in stress and strain
\nSuffering lamentably
\nAnd made to die regrettably
\nEach can see the one in front
\nEach can hear them crying out
\nEach can realise their pain
\nAnd thus is without any doubt<\/p>\n
Austrian Abattoirs make me sick
\nEvery slaughterhouse they are thick
\nTruly murderers employed to be
\nAs dark and as nasty as we can see
\nland of mountains land of streams
\nWe can fucking hear these screams
\nIt reverberates in my head
\nAnd very soon we all are dead<\/p>\n
And We can see them we can know
\nTheir agony how it does grow
\nThis is the Austrian Abattoir
\nWhere death comes to even the star
\nIts certainly hell in this pig place
\nTheir cries go out and we deface
\nAny soul who happens to be
\nConsigned to the kitchen actually<\/p>\n
Austria land of snow
\nNo place for a pig to go
\nIntoxicated with CO2
\nJust to see what it does do
\nUp to that point jammed they are
\nAnd prodded hard those prods do scar
\nThe blessed soul who fights to see
\nIf they can only try to free<\/p>\n
Themselves from this great hell hole here
\nYou can feel their abject fear
\nDuped by man up till this point
\nThe malingerers who would anoint
\nTheir bodies with some oil and sauce
\nAnd even more would wish to force
\nThem painfully into great ovens where
\nTheir skins are salted and all would share<\/p>\n
These are live souls with good heart
\nMurdered really for a start
\nTortured through their shortened lives
\nAnd prepared with razor knives
\nStuffed and roasted and served to those
\nWho smell the death inside their nose
\nWho taste the death and say aloud
\nHow delicious they are and how well endowed<\/p>\n
To call them fellow men not I <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Land of mountains Land of lakes Pig slaughter The devil now awakes All that noise And all that pain And all that suffering Yet again This time it only pigs today Clamouring in such dismay Sprayed and jabbed so violently … Continue reading