Einhver texti sem ég gerði fyrir langa-langa löngu: From the ground they come eyeing each other, they have found their home but one must go, and neither know their destiny which will die, which will keep this home of insanity circling each other, burning with greed on each other they will feed wounds are becoming clear neither will give up becouse of fear vicious fury powerful and angry almost nothing can stop this storm Scratches and bruises, sweat and blood each other they target, the...