[Verse 1]
Why is there a car on the Iceland
The smashing of the ice underneath
Whether it's an Aston Martin or moped
Either way it was the fifth's bequeath
The preacher and gravedigger both have droopy hair
They sounded calm but set off strange vibes
They were forced into this crooked mess
It was an ultimatum, a must-do, there was no bribe
There are no stoplights in the ice
The walrus' tusks shone bright against the beams
The babies slaughtered gave the message
But too controversial the head-honchos deemed
No matter what was done to that walrus head
None of it matters anymore
The tombstone was unjustly forgotten
But they made it through the storm, spite the uproar
[Hook]
Stand the priest and the mourner
And the corpse and the digger in a line
Stand the priest and the mourner
And the corpse and the digger in a line
[Verse 2]
Although the talent level increased great
After the walrus became a seal
The mad vindictiveness there had to be
To force the other seals to seal the deal
After the crash, the digger's parents died
It was to stop the seal from telling souls
Although it's deemed to this day as a hoax
It was the doppelganger lookalike that broke the mold
[Hook]
[Outro
Stand together, now we must
The dawn could not have looked away
When all the ice, it melts to dust
The gloried lie and feeble minds will fade away