Lyrics The Little People of Iceland - Coronatus

The Little People of Iceland

Elves and gnomes and
Trolls and drawf’s home
Magic island
Called Iceland
The fireland
Leprechauns and hobgoblins
All around this place
All inside these stones
In this land of fire and ice
Called iceland, the gate land
The little people
Of stormy Iceland
The hidden folk of
This magic island
Are living inside
Some rocks and hummocks
Behind the cascade
Under the hillocks
Elves and gnomes
The pixies and the old imps
Underneath these rocks
Beyond the cascades
By the hot wells in iceland
The fire land, the gate land
Those nature spirits
Are mostly friendly
To all of those who
Behave most kindly
However, if one
Dares to disturb them
He will regret it
And they will haunt 'em
Elves and gnomes
Only a few folks
Can reall see them
But in the dense fog
You might just hear them
Some silent whispering
Around their places
Will tell of their reign
Throught the ages