Letter In Icelandic From The Ninette San

You’ll recall from the sagas, I hope, Grettir’s last stand at Drangey,
how his grip on the sword made his enemies cut off his hand?
If he’d fled here instead and had tasted this terrible coffee,
or read these letters you sent, he’d surrender and lay the blade down.

This song just breaks me.

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