Fear is lying dying in the sands
It is a vast and terrifying place of ice fields and tundra
On the way to Greenland I shall find
There is a sort peace
Bereft of fire and in the horror of its imposing irrelevance
Well friends, I'm telling you I’m going there
And if, if beneath the ice fields there’s a room
Friends, Greenland is a place where souls go to dry out
And I, I shall return a different man
No mundane distractions of any kind
You know it’s there I’ll find my peace a lovely tomb
And darling, do, oh darling, do all that I can
Peace and pain, the peace of nothing
