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A plate steel object was fired |
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And i did not feel for my compatriots |
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Hated even the core of myself |
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Not a matter of ill-health |
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It was fear of weakness deep in core of myself |
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The fact attainment was out of... |
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Mounting orations |
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..populations |
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To be humbled in iceland |
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Sing of legend, sing of destruction |
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Witness the last of the god-men |
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Hear about megas jonsson * |
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Cast the runes against your own soul |
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There is not much more time to go |
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Work fifteen hours for the good of the soul |
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And be humbled in iceland |
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Sit in the gold room |
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Fall down flat in the cafe iol* |
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Without a glance from the clientele |
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Good coffee black as well, |
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Hair blond as hell |
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Cast the runes against your own soul |
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Roll up for the underpants show |
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And be humbled in iceland |
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And the spawn of the volcano |
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Is thick and impatient |
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Like the people around it. |
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See a green goblin redhead, redhead |
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Make a grab for the book of prayers. |
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Do anything for a bit of attention |
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Get humbled in iceland |
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What the goddamn fuck is it? |
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That played the pipes of aluminum |
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A memorex for the krakens |
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That induces this rough text |
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And casts the runes against the self-soul |
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And humbles in iceland |
