A-ah-ahh-ah, ah-ah-ahh-ah We come from the land of the ice and snow From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow The hammer of the gods Will drive our ships to new lands To fight the horde and sing and cry, Valhalla, I am coming
On we sweep with, with threshing oar Our only goal will be the western shore
Ah-ah-ahh-ah, ah-ah-ahh-ah We come from the land of the ice and snow From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow How soft your fields, so green Can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war We are your overlords
On we sweep with, with threshing oar Our only goal will be the western shore
S-so now you better stop and rebuild all your ruins For peace and trust can win the day despite of all you're losin'
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