Hostility you can feel it
\nIt’s blowing across the seA
\nAntagonism is everywhere
\nIt’s really how they be
\nAn unfriendliness and loathing
\nAlmost a state of war
\nWhen they see a pod of whales
\nAnd drive them to the shore<\/p>\n
The horror is so evident
\nThis disaffected breed
\nResentful and so malevolent
\nTo imagine they succeed
\nTheir feud Infact with nature
\nWith the children of the sea
\nWith pods of vital pilot whales
\nWho happen to be free<\/p>\n
The boorishness the nastiness
\nThe ungentleness to there
\nYou feel it in your marrow
\nIt’s just part of the air
\nYou take into your weary lungs
\nFrom shouting at the sky
\nThe impertinence of these retards
\nAnd they way they make us die<\/p>\n
There is no love of anything
\nTheir ethos is to kill
\nTo wipe out family trees and do it
\nWith so much blood to spill
\nThe sea runs into Crimson froth
\nBlood and guts are strewn
\nBabies mothers fathers brothers
\nAll now out of tune<\/p>\n
Their slavishness apparent
\nTheir cowardice on a high
\nTheir total ingratiation
\nWhich is really why
\nWe watch we have to witness
\nThe instrumental way
\nThey take their knives out
\nRapidly and the great whales pass away<\/p>\n
To imagine they have affection
\nOr are emotional would be
\nExpecting this of an old rock
\nPoking from the sea
\nThey are dead from the neck up
\nAnd probably the neck down
\nAnd they wouldn’t know what regret was
\nAs they watch the great whales drown<\/p>\n
Right up close they slaughter
\nLook into their eyes
\nHear their lamentation
\nThat reaches to the skies
\nBut haven’t got an ounce of care
\nIn their dark forbidding souls
\nThe Faroese are vampires
\nThats their chosen roles<\/p>\n
Rejoicing at the slaughter
\nJubilant to see
\nBabies torn to shreds
\nIn front of mothers who now be
\nTearful to the great extreme
\nScreaming for all their worth
\nThis is man un kind today
\nThe vile one of this earth<\/p>\n
The dirge I hear across the waves
\nIs a doleful one for they
\nCan hear the lamentation
\nWe know now who does pay
\nThe beauty that was evident
\nOut in the open sea
\nWhen the pods were all exploring
\nAs it is their will to be<\/p>\n
The hideousness and repulsiveness
\nEach vile deformity
\nTheir countenance of haggardness
\nLike scarecrows they all be
\nHeartless bile stick creatures
\nWading through the waves
\nBrandishing their rotten knives
\nThis will be their graves<\/p>\n
A running tiresome battle
\nWith now no where to go
\nBut watch as we are cut to pieces
\nThe great blood loss does grow
\nTheir courseness and their vulgarity
\nA kind of intoxication
\nBlood lust satanists
\nThat’s who they are
\nThe violent Faroes nation<\/p>\n
They clearly have no affection
\nFor anything alive
\nSarcastic and hudibrastic
\nWe know we shan’t survive
\nIt is hopelessness to be with them
\nThey drive us to despair
\nThey seem to want to drink our blood
\nAnd rub it in their hair<\/p>\n
They are a bunch of monsters
\nOn two legs maybe so
\nStricken by the want and lust
\nThat’s coming through the flow
\nSo dire full and so ominous
\nEach streak of piss we see
\nThrashing at our bodies
\nThis is not how it should be<\/p>\n
Their imprudence and indiscretion
\nIs not what humans are
\nTheir impatience and desperation
\nEach ill considered scar
\nAnd desire to simply murder
\nEvery soul they see
\nIs an affront to nature
\nAnd their precious humanity<\/p>\n
According to Sea Shepherd
\nThe first paid of the season
\nWere driven and murdered yesterday
\nPoor souls poor weary souls<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Hostility you can feel it It’s blowing across the seA Antagonism is everywhere It’s really how they be An unfriendliness and loathing Almost a state of war When they see a pod of whales And drive them to the shore … Continue reading