from exhaustion, buried in the hail Poisoned in the bushes an´ blown out on the trail Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn Come in , she said, I´ll give you shelter from the storm . Um vit nú fara [...] gráta . Og samstundis veit hann, at hann eltir ein skugga: I see, I see lovers in the meadow I see, I see silhouettes in the window I watch them ´til they´re gone and they leave me hanging on To a shadow [...] nær: The Lady of the Lowlands, drotningin av Láglondum, ið hevur eygu sum royk, bønir sum rím, munn úr kyksilvuri, rødd sum kim, húð sum silki og andlit sum glas. With your mercury mouth in the missionary
