And if, if beneath the ice fields there’s a room
And darling, do, oh darling, do all that I can
And I, I shall return a different man
Friends, Greenland is a place where souls go to dry out
Yes, and it’s breathing from the gills of my Greenland
No mundane distractions of any kind
On the way to Greenland I shall find
Bereft of fire and in the horror of its imposing irrelevance

Well friends, I'm telling you I’m going there

Peace and pain, the peace of nothing

You know it’s there I’ll find my peace a lovely tomb
Fear is lying dying in the sands
It is a vast and terrifying place of ice fields and tundra
There is a sort peace