Fljótavík

Looking over the shore
The sea cutting away
We sail with mast belief
Sailing blindly
We steer towards the bridge

We sail to land
In large rocks and sand
We wade to land
Unfamiliar situation
Yeah, damn

Joyfully I found there
Thanking immensely
In the shelter of a shelter
And we slept
Storm raging outside

(Hopelandic)