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
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 Mounting orations
 The populations
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 To be humbled in Iceland
 Sing of legend, sing of destruction
 Witness the last of the god-men
 Hear about Magnus Jonsson
 Cast the runes against your own soul
 There is not much more time to go
 Work 15 hours for the good of the soul
 And be humbled in Iceland
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 Sit in the gold room
 Fall down flat in the Café Isle
 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
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 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 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