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 fuck 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