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 Iol*

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

[* Megas Jonsson is considered to be "the father of Icelandic

rock'n'roll"; he "ridiculed the sacred Sagas of [Iceland], wrote

scathing,

surreal lyrics, got heavily into booze and drugs, was barred from radio

and shunned by society. In 1979 he released a double album called

"Plans For Suicide," announced his retirement, and hasan't performed in

public since he's now a dock worker." -- from Colin Irwin's 26

September 1981 Melody Maker article about the Fall in Iceland. --Ed.]

[* Cafe Iol is a famous meeting spot in Reykjavik where MES hung out

when in Iceland. --ed.]

[* [From Paintwork]