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Ah-ah, ah!Ah-ah, ah!
We come from the land of the ice and snowFrom the midnight sun where the hot springs flowThe hammer of the godsWill drive our ships to new landsTo fight the horde, sing and cryValhalla, I am coming
On we sweep with threshing oarOur only goal will be the western shore
Ah-ah, ah!Ah-ah, ah!
We come from the land of the ice and snowFrom the midnight sun where the hot springs flowHow soft your fields so greenCan whisper tales of goreOf how we calmed the tides of warWe are your overlords
On we sweep with threshing oarOur only goal will be the western shore
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruinsFor peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-oohOoh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-oohAhh, ahOoh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-oohOoh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-oohOoh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh