By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts   Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past   In Iceland, where the mountain stood with pride   They set off with their guide   To reach the mountain side   Roped as one for safety through the long descent   Into the crater of volcanic rock they went   Look up from our telescopic laair,   One star for us to share,   We continue on our prayer.   Crystals of opaque quartz, studded limpid tears,   Forming magic chandeliers, lighting blistered galleries.