Iceland

A plate steel object was fired

And i did not feel for my compatriots

Hated even the core of myself

Not a matter of ill-health

It was fear of weakness deep in core of myself

The fact attainment was out of...

Mounting orations

..populations

To be humbled in iceland

Sing of legend, sing of destruction

Witness the last of the god-men

Hear about megas jonsson *

Cast the runes against your own soul

There is not much more time to go

Work fifteen hours for the good of the soul

And be humbled in iceland

Sit in the gold room

Fall down flat in the cafe iol*

Without a glance from the clientele

Good coffee black as well,

Hair blond as hell

Cast the runes against your own soul

Roll up for the underpants show

And be humbled in iceland

And the spawn of the volcano

Is thick and impatient

Like the people around it.

See a green goblin redhead, redhead

Make a grab for the book of prayers.

Do anything for a bit of attention

Get humbled in iceland

What the goddamn **** is it?

That played the pipes of aluminum

A memorex for the krakens

That induces this rough text

And casts the runes against the self-soul

And humbles in iceland