In the far, far North on the Isles of sheep.

Innocence seduced by satanic evil.

Where gentle sweet creatures convulse, bleed and weep.

Agonizing screams from beaches primeval.

Driven by compassion with kindness our guide,

Challenging the arrogant blood smeared blade.

Towards psychopaths we’re on course to collide,

On cold beaches where depravity is displayed.

Behind the smiling cheerful Nordic faces,

Staring sadistically in the faces of pain,

Of empathy within their eyes – no traces.

Smothered by a foul corrupt and evil brain.

Methyl mercury has liquified their brains,

Dissolving all semblance of humanity

With toxic heavy metals flowing in their veins,

Perhaps an explanation for their insanity.

These pathetic islands reek of gore and shame,

Dumping mutilated bodies into the deep,

Bragging about the brutal nature of their sad game,

As innocent lives are tortured, slain, and reaped.

For centuries this senseless madness has prevailed

Sickness excused in the name of tradition,

To oppose this horror is to be arrested and jailed,

By demons on the beaches of perdition.

On these demonic islands there is contrition, 

Those whose kind hearts abhor the controversy,

A few are brave, others bulled into submission.

In a nation incapable of mercy. 

A gift from their God they arrogantly claim,

A God that demands barbaric sacrifice

A sadistic murderous God they can blame,

Whose hell poses as a bogus paradise.

Down spectacular green slopes down to the sea,

Where a scarlet shroud of blood befouls the beaches,

The screams of tortured families calls out to me,

To rid the shores of these demonic leeches.