Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Iceland, artist - The Fall. Date of issue: 16.01.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |
| [Mounting orations |
| What generations |
| Dumb populations |
| What emulations] |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |