[Verse 1: Reykjavik Icelandic-accented male MC, low and hard over huge war drums and a cello ostinato] Winter on the island, and the ground split up the hill Fire comin' through the field like a wall, and climbin' still Fishin' boats were in the harbor 'cause the weather kept 'em home So we put the whole town on 'em before the sun had shown Babies in the wheelhouse, the old folks in the hold And the fire came down the hillside, takin' houses, takin' roads Black ash on the rooftops, jaeja, three feet on the street And the lava rollin' for the harbor, and the harbor's how we eat Lose the harbor, lose the island, nothin' left to fish or sail So a few of us stayed back with pumps and hoses, steel and pail [Pre-Hook: Icelandic MC, the string section swelling, the drums building] They said leave it, it's a mountain, you can't argue with the ground I said I've argued with the sea since my father's boat went down So turn the sea around [Hook: Icelandic female singer, big and clear over the war drums and the strings] Turn the hoses on the mountain, pour it on and hold the line Every wave we ever cursed is on our side this time Salt water on the fire, steam as high as heaven goes Pour it on and pour it on, until the mountain slows [Verse 2: Icelandic MC, harder, the cello digging in under him] Pipes across the black rock, pumps on every boat Sigrun on the big one with the radio at her throat We drag the hoses to the front edge where the rock is glowin' red Spray it till it crusts and cracks and the glow goes grey instead Boots are meltin' on the crust, so we lay down boards to walk Water hits it, steam goes up so loud we cannot talk Now it's hissin' on the fire like it hates it more than me Takk, old enemy, tonight you work for free [Hook: Icelandic female singer, bigger, full strings] Turn the hoses on the mountain, pour it on and hold the line Every wave we ever cursed is on our side this time Salt water on the fire, steam as high as heaven goes Pour it on and pour it on, until the mountain slows [Verse 3: Icelandic MC, dry-to-hall bloom, dry and close, then a huge hall on "it stopped"] Hundred days and somethin', and I'm standin' on the edge Lookin' at the harbor mouth, and the front's a smokin' ledge And it stopped, it stopped a stone's throw from the harbor wall Cooled into a black cliff, and the cliff don't move at all The fire built the breakwater the sea had always broke And the sea we beat it with went up to heaven in the smoke Bless, the boats came home in summer, every family, every crew Through a harbor made of fire that the sea made cold and new [Hook: Icelandic female singer and the full band, everything in] Turn the hoses on the mountain, pour it on and hold the line Every wave we ever cursed is on our side this time Salt water on the fire, steam as high as heaven goes Pour it on and pour it on, until the mountain slows [End]
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