Fall - Iceland Lyrics
A plate steel object was firedAnd I did not feel for my compatriotsHated even the core of myselfNot a matter of ill-healthIt was fear of weakness deep in core of myselfThe fact attainment was out of...Mounting orations..populationsTo be humbled in icelandSing of legend, sing of destructionWitness the last of the god-menHear about megas jonsson *Cast the runes against your own soulThere is not much more time to goWork fifteen hours for the good of the soulAnd be humbled in icelandSit in the gold roomFall down flat in the cafe iol*Without a glance from the clienteleGood coffee black as well,Hair blond as hellCast the runes against your own soulRoll up for the underpants showAnd be humbled in icelandAnd the spawn of the volcanoIs thick and impatientLike the people around it.See a green goblin redhead, redheadMake a grab for the book of prayers.Do anything for a bit of attentionGet humbled in icelandWhat the goddamn ***** is it?That played the pipes of aluminumA memorex for the krakensThat induces this rough textAnd casts the runes against the self-soulAnd humbles in iceland
