The Nature And The Icelander

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

This is fortune of human kind

Fighting to live, crying to survive

“We’re just a drop in the sea of your reign

With our tears you feed your creatures

Now tell me please what nobody said

Who likes to spin this wheel of sorrow?

And takes delight from your pain”

A tale without any grace, out of light

This is fortune of human kind

Fighting to live, crying to survive