Iceland

Far in the north where the cold winds roam,
Lies a land carved deep in stone.
Where glaciers sleep and geysers rise,
Beneath the dancing northern skies.


From the sagas told by firelight's glow,
To the winds that whisper what the ancients know...


Oh Iceland, land of fire and ice,
With mountains bold and endless nights.
Reykjavík shines where stories start,
A city born of Viking hearts.
Through storm and sea, you still stand free,
A tale of strength and mystery.


Settlers came in eight-seven-four,
On rugged shores and lava floor.
Ingólfur’s post in smoky bay,
Laid roots where we still live today.


From Alþingi’s birth in Þingvellir’s land,
The oldest parliament still stands...


Oh Iceland, land of fire and ice,
With mountains bold and endless nights.
Reykjavík shines where stories start,
A city born of Viking hearts.
Through storm and sea, you still stand free,
A tale of strength and mystery.


Volcano's breath and ocean’s roar,
Nature speaks, we can't ignore.
But in your light, we find our way,
Midnight sun and golden day.


Oh Iceland, land of fire and ice,
Your soul is fierce, your heart precise.
Reykjavík sings in modern glow,
Yet keeps the old tales down below.
Through storm and sea, you still stand free—
A land of dreams and history.


Far in the north, your spirit flies,
Under the ever-changing skies...