The flensers are out on the dock
\nIn the darkness flood lights switched on
\nFor the sake of the crew
\nWe thought it was over
\nBut loftsson the rover
\nThe whaler the sailor
\nKnows what he must do<\/p>\n
Slaughter and torture
\nThe whales in the water
\nLet the harpoons cut into their soul
\nDrag back their bodies their whimpering
\nSolace
\nClearly remarkably losing control
\nThese angels were out there wanting some
\nFresh air to fuel their starved bodies
\nBut what was the cost
\nDrowning or crowning their soulful endeavour
\nBut tragically blood loss and agony cost<\/p>\n
Their lives torn a sunder grenades
\nThus exploding
\nA terrible loading and goading as well
\nThey came with good heart but were struck
\nBy good aiming
\nTheir hearts then were flaming as they entered
\nTheir hell<\/p>\n
My heart goes out to them such incarnations
\nWasted me thinks on a trip far away
\nThrough fjords of misfortune where darkness apparent
\nDevides those who love life with all the decay
\nThe flensers are striving to counter the diving
\nFor their flesh is needed to chop and to freeze
\nThe japanese sushi requirement is freshness
\nSuch a garbled mentality lost in the breeze<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The flensers are out on the dock In the darkness flood lights switched on For the sake of the crew We thought it was over But loftsson the rover The whaler the sailor Knows what he must do Slaughter and … Continue reading