Iceland

[Verse 1] 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 What generations Dumb populations What emulations] [Verse 2] 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 [Verse 3] And be humbled in Iceland Sit in the gold room Fall down flat in the Cafe Iol Without a glance from the clientele Your coffee black as well Hair blond as hell Cast the runes against your own soul Roll up for the underpants show [Verse 4] 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 [Verse 5] Get humbled in Iceland What the goddamn fuck 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