Alchemisland

More mistresses than the busy river has fishers

More bitches than the ice caps have fissures

And inuits getting fingered in igloos, har-poon

Made friends with a walrus, use his tusks to open tins

Land of frost, black toes the cost, smell of rot

Neverhot sun blinding, everwinter ragnarok reminding

So cold even my mind has icicles

Tauntaun innards shit stinking I’m climbing inside

Mammothrider, feared by rival tribes, ard Rí age of ice

Don’t need to be nice, iced out on my throne of ice

My mind is a martial device, rejecting all advice

Itself immovable as the ice

Silence when I rise with risen hand

My palace from ice riven, forgiven by the Titanic

On the riverbank, fish we catch tails slapping, flapping

Their environment is a tad more Atlantean, they flounder

Fight hard then languish, some you have to squish with hammers

Entirety of the horizon is like unpainted canvas

Leo in the Revenant inside an animal napping

I’m getting an Oscar this time or die trying, G Unit alliance

Best driver, my ire gets the huskies alive and mushing

Ignoring the cold, would have thought I was Russian

Rushing through the slush, shouting mush

Like Santa’s reindeers got the flux

Gold transformation, got that touch

Needs transportation, whipping the greys like a priestly punishment

Cold fusion how immuring to the cold changed my mood

Blue in claw and tooth, digging through the snow for my buried suit

Get back to the igloo, haven’t seen anyone since 2002

Still check behind my back for a glance of the boys in blue

The pack are too tired to do anything else, melting into the ground

I take the meat and chuck them fifty pounds, a storm of growling

Resounds, the placid hounds are raised to violence, only the vilest

Will eat of that meat, while the placid suffer in silence

And will die out on the frigid plains some day soon

Exhausted, with not even a brittle bone to chew

Then I charge with my chosen few until the mountain looms into view.