Deathbillies on the run

We went so happy to the Suðurnes
And we were eating all the Reykjanes
We came to a place they called Sandgerði
It was a Flateyri of harmony

It was the home of Jón Sigurðsson
We met a bastard called Þórarinsson
Eating the lyfrapyls of Gústafsson
We met the motherfucking Jónasson

It was a Flateyri
It was a Sangerði
It was an Eyrarbakki
It was an Ísafjörð