[Dedicated to Paul Watson]

Raske drenge grind at dræbe

Det er vor lyst

Godmodig er han som han er stærk

Han kender ikke sin vælde
Ellers måtte sit dristige værk
Forfølgeren snart undgælde


Raske drenge grind at dræbe
Der er vor lyst


Her de kyster af hviden sand
Hinanden sig broderlig nærme

Og inde!@#%te det stille vand
Som høje fjelde beskærme


Rase drenge grind at dræbe
Der er vor lyst


[English translation:]

[The Ballad Of The Grind]


Industrious lads to kill grind
That's what we like


Good-natured is he as he is strong
He does not know his might

Otherwise for his daring work
The hunter would soon be punished


Industrious lads to kill grind
That's what we like


Here the shores of white sand
Each other brotherly approach
And enclose the still water

That high mountains defend

Industrious lads to kill grind

That's what we like