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Across snow caps

And close to volcanic peaks,

From which lava leaks

Creating new land,

On which people will live

Under Icelandic skies,

Dark clouds orange fire

Billowing smoke rises,

Above a heat like a funeral pyre

From stories and men

Bold folk live with this,

With deep viking blood

Brutal long ago now,

But hardy and so tough

The weave folk tales and songs,

So powerful and so strong,

I bow down in honour here

To legendary fighters who knew no fear.

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