The Nature And The Icelander by Dogma
So many miles, I came from the North
So many years without an answer
Can�t find a place to live on my own
A shelter from the bale of living
The fire is melting the frozen ground
I moved across the edge of the world
No human being beheld these places
The whole of my life I�ve been running from thee
To find myself before the mother
Like a squirrel in the rattlesnake�s jaws
A tale without any grace, out of light
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