Iceland

Land of fire, land of snow

The paling moon, so brightly glows

The howling wolves, sing their songs

Of timeless hunger, through nights long

Through bitter nights, of winters cold

The strong survived, and they were bold

Men of iron, with will of gods

Would flourish still, against the odds

Land of fire, land of snow

To golden seas, clean rivers flow

From the valleys low, to mountains high

All is pure, from land to sky

Awe is splendor, but it's known

That life and death, share this home

All that strived, to tame this land

Did do so , by their own hands

Realms of life, realms of death

Can give you all, or steal your breath

Chaos, and harmony

Coexists, endlessly

Land of fire, land of ice

Strong of ill, breaks winters vice

Through stings the air, and solid earth

Its a struggle, til springs rebirth

This land of chaos in harmony

Full of great sagas to be told

Of warriors who braved the seas

Never fearing the oceans bold

Our fathers from these lands came

With courage in their hearts

And this land of snow they tamed

While each man did his part

So fear not but praise the coming cold

For this is when the night is clear

And old instincts soon take hold

At yule each earths new year

Remember from whence you came

And that when the Nordic wind blow

The lands of ice from where we came

Are much more than lands of snow

When the midnight raven calls

In the north's silvery moonlight

And the snow begins to fall

Upon midgard tonight

Take time now to remember

When the Nordic wind blow

In the chill of December

A land rich with fire and snow