Deathbillies on the run
We went so happy to the Suðurnes
And we were eating all the Reykjanes
We came to a place they called Sandgerði
It was a Flateyri of harmony
It was the home of Jón Sigurðsson
We met a bastard called Þórarinsson
Eating the lyfrapyls of Gústafsson
We met the motherfucking Jónasson
It was a Flateyri
It was a Sangerði
It was an Eyrarbakki
It was an Ísafjörð
Morte e Correria
Fomos tão felizes para o Suðurnes
E estávamos comendo tudo no Reykjanes
Chegamos a um lugar que chamavam de Sandgerði
Era um Flateyri de harmonia
Era a casa de Jón Sigurðsson
Encontramos um filho da puta chamado Þórarinsson
Comendo os lyfrapyls do Gústafsson
Encontramos o desgraçado do Jónasson
Era um Flateyri
Era um Sangerði
Era um Eyrarbakki
Era um Ísafjörð