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 aisle
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