Released on March 8, 1982

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[Verse 1]

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]


[Verse 2]

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


[Verse 3]

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


[Verse 4]

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


[Verse 5]

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